i'd rather you... beat the shit out of me. than look down upon me.
2004-07-13, 5:40 p.m.
for months. i've been praying for the explosion. mangled body parts and bits of her perfectly-coifed hair plastered on the panelled ceiling. a "raisin" mary-kay lined-lip stuck to the doorknob. the just-right eyelashes. the stripmines of cubic zirconia. the strange overly-hygenic parts scattered cubist style throughout our newly-painted home. i found out. this morning. that the silence before the storm, while deafening, was much. much. more preferable. than this.
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