Thursday, September 25, 2008

Fictive syntax



"cant leave this god damn room, cant touch that desk,
cant clean up, cant work.

just cant do it anymore"

he thought to himself, as he look at the sty of
a room he left from when he was diagnosed with
lethargy.

what happen to him, you ask?

every time he tried to imagine a plan

he heard God's side split with laughter

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