<br>"...and i'll deal with these zombies"<br> |
ok so it's official, i suck at the whole "sleeping" thing. for the eighth night in a row now i've failed to get to sleep before 6am, and when i finally did i woke every hour on the dot like some fucke...
Posted by lewis on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
smells like burning... tastes like chicken?
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for some obscure, unknown reason i awoke at 7am on the dot this morning and sat bolt upright. that would've been fine if i didn't have the theme tune to the a*team doing rounds in my head and a taste ...
Posted by lewis on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
for the object of my affection, an object of my affection.
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♥
Posted by lewis on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
you are free [to do as we tell you]
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freedom from my job at last, but still not feeling entirely myself. factory work is the enemy of individuality and the legal method of soul removal endorsed by the British government - i've lost my de...
Posted by lewis on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
the boredom of bread, the fun of cake
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if remain in this cake factory for much longer i'm afraid i'm going to lose all individuality. i'm soon to become just another subservient autonomous Hector Lector * - i'm mentally and physically drai...
Posted by lewis on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
