Thursday, May 5, 2005
> innocence lost + jittery pulp
i blemish not my childhood. tis the lost innocence i lament. for a simpler yesteryear i have but only faded pictures. or a cracked piece of mirror might surffice. juz becoz. innocence lostepilogueitz 15minutes after 5am and my boguscopy of Pulp Fiction is giving me the jerkyjitters. vincent and mia are twisting in strobes. fcuk. my original copy was recently found scratched beyond redemption. i
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