there's no point to any of this. it's all just a... a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. so I take pleasure in the details. you know... a quarter-pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter become a cackle... and I, I sit back and I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt..troy dyer in reality bites.
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jas, lu kena blk jb cpt, tgkkan si nazib ni.. dia dh lain mcm dh wa tgk..
lg satu nt lu cerita dekat dia yg lu cari dpt cari jalan chan sow lim malam-malam..
outkhai>>>lain mendenye...wa post gambo instead of posting something like "suddenly i have nothing to write about"...haha...
tak baik tau u buat i mcm ni :(
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