Many years ago today
10-11-2008 00:00
к комментариям - к полной версии
- понравилось!
something grew inside of my mother... That thing was... ME!.. ME! ME! ME! ME! Did she scream? Did she cry? Only those that are born are the ones that get to die.
One more year closer to dying, rotting organs, ripping, frying, biological discordance, birthday equals self-abhorrence.
R.S.V.P. please! For the death of me! I have little time! And I'm running out of life!
Happy! Birthday! Ooooh...I'm gonna die!
Birthday - Deathday.
Впервые за (уже) 17 лет я воспринимаю этот день не как праздник, а скорее, наоборот.
Почему это произошло?.. Зачем?..
вверх^
к полной версии
понравилось!
в evernote