Stuff and junk from my world view that finds an outlet in written form. My own personal hell shared with you. For your infotainment. All activity is performed without adult supervision.

Thursday, December 09, 2004

Chance is a fickle bitch.

I've been talking about destroying (yes I do mean DESTROY) somebody these past few days. I just saw him on the street and the timing was just awful, all I did was throw a few insults, DAMN. Am I beginning to be just talk? Is this the beginning of a more mature me? DAMN.


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