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måndag, 21 september, 2009
They told him his son was seriously injured. I don’t have a son. He said. Or did he? Fuck, he couldn’t remember.
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måndag, 14 september, 2009
I’m gonna go dig my self a hole. Six feet to hide me from the world.
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söndag, 13 september, 2009
He wakes up terrified, as all ways. Whose that body in his bed? Then the sensation wears off, and he’s just a brain in a jar again.
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fredag, 11 september, 2009
He allways felt sad and lonely after sex. He wondered if it’d change if he involved another person.
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tisdag, 8 september, 2009
I was in her fibres. I could feel her pain before she started to cry. This was my daughter. She was my cherry blossom pie.
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tisdag, 8 september, 2009
The small droplets of blood on your lips, they’re so sweet. Come lay by my side. Rest the day with me.
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måndag, 7 september, 2009
He thought the shadows was alive. But that wasn’t nearly as frightening as when he realised they actually where.
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fredag, 4 september, 2009
He had just signed and sealed his letter of resignition when he realised God can’t resign. Stuck at a job he didn’t want.
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måndag, 31 augusti, 2009
The demons was still feeding on his thoughts. The trick was to ignore them, trying not to think about them.
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fredag, 28 augusti, 2009
When they told him he’d been dead for three weeks, all he could think off was how that explained the foul smell.
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