Monday, October 24, 2005

virus.

the viruses keep creeping. into every single possible crevice. attacking at the weakness of each cell. they push their way through. smiling. smirking. laughing.

roaring laughter. deep. ringing. deafening.

proud of their latest conquest. beaming. toasting to their new record.

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i think i'm falling sick. i can feel all the symptoms already.

i sure hope i keep it to myself tomorrow and not spread it to anyone else.

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