Hah.
No thanks, I believe you.
When I was slightly littler, I used to like to drink the hot hot sauce from taco bell.
It doesn't taste that bad, but it's really strange.
I would walk into the taco bell and ask for 10 packets of hot sauce.
I always got fucked up looks.
x]
...Depends what you mean when you say 'okay'.
:]
My mom just pulled in.
So everything's better.
But my throat still hurts like hell.
:/
What's the book gonna be called?
I definitely will buy a copy. :]
Yes.
Well..............not really.
It feels like my throat is tightening, making it hard to breath, or like someone is slowly wrapping their fingers around the middle of my throat to stop the air.
And creeping me out because no one else is home.
I only believe in the invisible man when no one else is home.
I like being sick. :] As I am now.
And OHMYGOD.
You're a really good poet.
Like if I were a publishing company, I'd soooo rape your poemss.
:D
It feels like some creepy invisible man is wrapping his clammy hands around my throat.
It hurts. :/
why wont u put it up? and ok i'll read it and i agree i like writing about it too, i wrote one called Are You Afraid Of Death? but i only really like the ending of it
i don't think they are necessarily better, just different, everybody writes in different ways, we all have different feelings, and don't argue with me because i will win
It'd be like...
'Opps, I'm sorry I blinded you with this unsafe hotsauce...'