Wednesday, September 6

The expression of dissatisfaction is taken too seriously. There’s a belief that some strange alchemy will lead to alleviation of stress through constant dissent. I was told that I have the perfect face for cosmetics. Of course I do. I’m blank, anyone can fill me in whichever way they choose to. I want delicate cursive letters on my wrist today. Internet, I haven’t eaten in days. I wonder why it doesn’t seem to matter. Cigarettes are wonderful.

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