2006-02-04 - 4:39 p.m.

Frickin pin pricks piercing my eye's fleshy white. MY head skin on the forehead about to snap in half like a rubber band. I want to smoke a cigarette, but there is a clock and its getting closer to out of time, out of time, out of time. I can't become out of time. Time cannout become out of time. And so, I continue to stare into this screen, continue to give myself pain.

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