For those who procrastinate the day of their studying, they are encircled by mindless neighbors bent on their destruction. Driveways filled with huge trucks and tree shredders loud enough to pierce the eardrums and hearts of concentrating victims banned to unproductivity. Awakened by cursing construction workers dancing on roof tops, mocking the punishable souls fruitless attempts at information gathering.
Deeper in then the cold lifeless abyss of the ninth circle awaiting the treacherous, this is my home.
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Wednesday, May 30, 2007
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4 comments:
wow. bummer.
the description in this is phenomenal. you are my idol.
let's be friends.
Who knew you could describe a fate worse than Dante.
I hope it all works out for you.
DANTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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