| Intoxicated by your hatred for me |
[May. 22nd, 2004|03:36 am] |
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After 32 minutes worth of a guitar lesson that would only lead me to progress ever so slightly in my conquest for musical creativitiy, I proceeded to assist my father in his workplace. An hour long session commenced as I slaved away only to earn pitiful amounts of money which would ultimately be spent on drugs that alter and damage an already shattered waste of existance. Afterwards, I inflicted upon my body another 15 mg of hydrocodone, which supplemented 15 mg taken earlier on this murky weathered day. I disregarded my actions for a brief moment to ponder the damage that was done to my liver in order to enter this feeble intoxication. In death we will find life. |
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