| "what's in your head, zombie?" |
[Aug. 7th, 2005|03:45 pm] |
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| | the cranberries // zombie | ] |
directly after swallowing my medication, i become agitated. true, i may be calm, cool, & relaxed, but the price a person has to pay to get it, is ridiculous. damn side effects! a permanent headache has billowed inside it's nest; my brain. & here, meatpixie won't even consider his girlfriend to be a real nervous wreck, only seconds away from jumping off the deep end, of the dark side.
i am feral, apt at being the supreme killing machine. |
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The problem with medication is that it might help with the one problem, but there are 20 problems to take its place.
no doh! & i don't mean to sound rude. :) my outrage is blamed on the man, wearing the white uniform.
either way. screwed i am. BUT i am capable of slowly frying my nerves if i don't take something.
what to do? what to do?
I've always hated those white uniforms and those white rooms.
Thrown into an abyss without any sense of direction in the mist.
Fay ce que voudras. Only you can decide . . . | |
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