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The simple pleasures of life.

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Wed, 25 Jul 2007 at 02:50pm

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Not Remembering how I got home. Last thing I ate... In my hair on the floor and his shoes. Smells that are not supposed to be there... My head is numb, my clothse are on... are these even mine? Ahh the simple pleasures of imaturity....
Two others like this.
2007-07-25
The commendations this piece recieved in IF1 were: 0 minus votes, 2 plus votes, and 0 astars.
bobman12
2007-07-27
I can always tell there is so much emoation in your writeing. Is this one about partying? + 1.
galanteeshowman
2007-07-27

"Last thing I ate... In my hair on the floor on his shoes." Better than anything I could come up with, and I draw from the same source of inspiration, it seems. So yeah, good work!