In bits & pieces on April 26, 2005 by carinasuyin

The sun is blazing hot outside and it’s freezing cold here inside the lab. My body is on auto-pilot as I complete the list of tasks for the day. My mind however, has gladly detached itself like broken bits of spaghetti scattered all across space and time continuum.


One Response to “wretched”

  1. Dons advanced-armor-of-slow-gautomatic-gate spacesuit n floats across time-space picking up the pieces of your spaghetti, puttin them in a nescafe bottle and gives them back to u when i pick u up later at 5pm with a bonus kiss

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