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Vomit (Too Much Ale)

Triple cointreau not a good idea. I read books before they are thrown on the fire. Leviathan and Iliad Good books sometimes seem bad. This land I inhabit not a place I want to be. A desperate odyssey set for home. Vodka and a redbull so disgusting. Everyone I meet so distrusting. Idle in a dream I sit. Disparaged of a life that I skit. A divine misery I write and live. And in Inferno I die. As silently I lie. Sleep takes me Sleep takes me. Sleeping. Silently.

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Date: 12/5/2009 4:22:00 AM
Doesn't sound like an inviting life. Keep the pen flowing. Sara
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