Wednesday, January 16, 2008

dYing young

I know when to aceept, I know when to let go and I know just when to HANG ON....

Yes I am dying. I am now becoming a living corpse. Walking, talking cadaver. I should be past visited by my distant friends and relatives. Being apreciated over a pack of bisquits and a cup of coffee... or just maybe some sugar-coated candy.

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