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Oddio/Vi$ual Gratification Sequence
I've went through these disks and tapes a couple
thousand times before. I know in order to take up this
unsettling space I must watch. It's just the material
is so burned into me.
Why can't you die on T.V.?
If you did I would just sit back and stare at my
mini-movie-screen:sucking down a cigarette as I view
you grasping on to what you think you have left before
you take your last dying breathe.
You might think this scene may strike a chord in me. I
might suffer strongly from bad luck but I've never
experienced visual-shock. Especially from something I
saw on T.V..
| On February 15th 2007 LolitaSane Said : | |
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I like this....a lot. :)
--Meghan |


