"You shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you mad." -Aldous Huxley

here comes the kingpin. her beady little down syndrome eyes and the round middle she carries with her as she shuffles her feet across the dirty rug. that southern draw that comes out of her mouth is so stretched out one could wrap it around her neck.
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thank god for this little space i call home....
I saw him walk over to me while I stood there at the water cooler of all places, and as he asked me how i was, i could feel that jolt of emotions rip through my chest again. it seems that for the most part, i am breathing while that is not the problem, I do what i want but i can't believe how he can lie like he does. he stood there for about thirty seconds and when i finally answered him, with an okay, he said he was glad because i deserved better. yeah your right i said, but that still means i won't go out with you i told him. he laughed, and said com'on.... I giggled and smiled, picked up my water and walked away.