It happens eventually.
Even if you stuff your pockets with tape and staples.
Everybody wants something from you.
And you can't put the pieces back together, no matter how scrapbook-savvy you are.
You mix a drug cocktail and fall asleep.
One day you wont wake up.
And they'll find you, with your pockets stuffed full of tape and staples. Nothing else.
Because everybody has already stripped you of everything.
jayo
Sunday, October 18, 2009
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