Brain Food, Dear diary

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DEAR DIARY,
TONIGHT MY SOUL IS LEAKING. SOMETHING DARK IS CRAWLING ON MY STREET, IT HAS TENTACLE ARMS, SUFFOCATING EVERYTHING ON ITS PATH. I CAN FEEL IT GETTING CLOSE TO MY DOOR, PUMPING ALL THESE FLUIDS, MAKING A SWEET NOISE THAT’S ALREADY RUNNING THROUGH MY VEINS.
IT WILL POSSESS MY HEART SLOWLY, I CAN FEEL NO PAIN BECAUSE THERE’S NOTHING THAT CAN HURT ME ANYMORE. SHATTERED PIECES OF FLESH ON MY FLOOR COMING WITH A SMOOTH RHYTHM THAT MAKES ME WANT TO DANCE, MAKES ME COME ALIVE, MAKES ME CLOSE MY EYES AND BREATHE ITS FLAVOR UNTIL I CAN SEE NO LIGHT. IT IS AWAKENING MY DEMONS, I FEEL ALMOST COMPLETE, CAN YOU FEEL IT ? OF COURSE YOU CAN’T, YOU’RE ONLY A PLAIN PAPER I SCRATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN UNTIL YOU’RE FULL OF MY MIND’S MISERY.
WILL YOU SUCK MY SOUL UNTIL THERE’S NOTHING TO DEVOUR ? WILL YOU SEE ME NOW ? DON’T TRY FIGHTING THESE DARK ANGELS, THEY ARE SPILLING BLACK CLOUDS INFECTED WITH NICOTINE.
GO ON, HATE ME. I WILL STICK WITH MY CIGARETTE FOR AWHILE.

 
SONG OF THE DAY : MASSIVE ATTACK – BLACK MILK

		
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