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00. 1-800-LESS-TAX
19. 4am.
82. ENTRY 1.
90. selected conscience.
3/6 - luke.
46. - dead.
50. - warehouse.
7. bag.
493. listening.
2000. chicago railway station.
18. beauty.
97.tooth.
70. crowd.
84. hair.
9. revolution.
48. wedding reception.
59. the bible.
4. headphones.
73. south pacific.
286. motel.
99. love.
poem: The Pedestrian
poem: Television.
procedure of a (slightly mad) scientist.
the well known tale about prunes.
summer rain.
Bill Gate$
Ted's story.
escapades in the pool hall
Bob. the prince that once was.
everything...
pictures.
*me.
good stuff.
links.
avro simones.
19. 4am.

19.
4am.
i just cut myself shaving. i cut my face just below my left nostril. the blood didn't stop for along time.
i blame my next door neighbour, Mark, who was playing his trumpet at 4am.
i was lying on the bed sleeping when it started. i banged on the wall 38 times to no avail.
i decided to get up and shave.
Ever since last May i realised that body hair was of no use to me anymore. tonight i would just shave my head, as i had shaved everywhere else fairly recently.
This is when i cut my nose. it took me twenty four minutes to stop the bleeding.
stupid Mark and his trumpet.
mark was still playing. the trumpet penetrating my eardrums, stabbing my brain.
i decided the only way to stop the noise was to kill him.