He talks too much.
(also: whatever, I don't care)
Monday, August 30, 2010
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My room mate rambles, throughly dampening the walls with words. They splash onto every surface, coating it with slick, impenetrable goo. Everything I touch now slowly slimes me and I can't get it off my hands. I can't escape. I sit down to study and his words prick the skin on my back. I try to escape to the internet but his words bind my hands to the keyboard.
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Myriad of words! I must catch up! Soon!
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Anyhow, where it says "rambles" I read "rumbles." Either way, I love the world you created in my head except that now I feel sticky.
I talk too much.
Ahhh, it's good to be able to read new posts on your blog again. Love this one, although now I, too, feel sticky. (I, too, also talk too much sometimes...)
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