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Friday, April 27, 2007'♥

- the head's on the stove; the stomach's in the bowl. -

i am wretched. it's a accursed karma. i plead guilty. i will beg for amnesty.
just chop off my nose. PLEASE.

It all started with a relapse, really. Nothing serious, just a relapse of an old ailment.

Then, i think it got to my head. yes, FEVER. (and my head's about to implode .) and it's less than 15 mins ago, the doc just claimed the eyes, throat and nose as the new casualties of this merciless viral barrage.

and , thanks to leene, who, just has to remind me this is the 6 th time i have fallen ill this year.
deedee, who offered to buy food and keep this sick nasty thing company.

WHY, TELL ME WHY. life just cant get any more wretched than this, i swear. for everything else that happened.

good.

let the fever set me ablaze,
let the mucus drown me!
let the virus eat up my eyeballs!
let the throat swell and explode!



i. just. want. to be. happy. again. :_(

8:49 PM








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eloera jesusa woon.

she paints skins of whom she has never known, and may never be.
she fortifies , she preserves - of what time has taken.
she dances in the silvers of her moonlight ,
with this cacophany of noises,with these falsities -they lead her hand. //

the facades that she hide behind, the facets of her life.she is but the master of puppetry.

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