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twelve thousand years of love and war lay scattered around my feet an old tea bag rests upon a pair of chopsticks perched high above on a mountain of porcelain faces of heroes stare elegantly into the abyss quietly revealing the secrets of the future pyramids of contemplation, stacked word by word in order of procrastination, gently shielding my eyes

twelve thousand years of love and war lay scattered around my feet an old tea bag rests upon a pair of chopsticks perched high above on a mountain of porcelain faces of heroes stare elegantly into the abyss quietly revealing the secrets of the future pyramids of contemplation, stacked word by word in order of procrastination, gently shielding the my eyes

twelve thousand years of love and war lay scattered around my feet an old tea bag rests upon a pair of chopsticks perched high above on a mountain of porsilen faces of heros stare elegantly into the abis quietly revealing the secrets of the future pyramids of contemplation, stacked word by word in order of procrastination, gently sheilding the my eyes

I have come to the conclusion that my sanity is questionable Of course many people say this- oddly its has almost become a trend

I stumble outside, still drunk and partially naked, in hopes of clearing my headache. Starring over the bridge from my balcony I spot two lovers walking down the path. It's a struggle just to stand, let alone concentrate. My depression grabs a hold of me like an animal; my head begins to throb, battering my conciseness until I loose control and fall—again. When I awake, I am coupled with a pile of fallen chairs and broken glass, but still oblivious to pain. The image of the lovers is burnt in...