Wednesday, 10 December 2008

This Is Life.

The potato would not dance, regardless of how many times I asked it to. I shot it, then turned the gun on myself. There were no bullets left, and I suppose I'm glad of that really. I threw the gun aside and walked off into the smog.
I don't know what lies ahead, but I suppose I can deal with that later.

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