1. a moustache on a childish face
2. funky monkey
3. the traitorous jordan
4. hongkong hottie
5. and last but definitely not lookalike 3 least, the beautiful stranger.

ok, whatever.

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he reloads his pistol, it's cocked and at the ready. there is a wide expanse of targets on the pale white-washed wall 50m away. the targets were people he knew, or recognised. they were all shot either through the mouth, the heart or the brain, a comfortable mix of the 3. he was deadly accurate. and he was gonna continue till he'd finished off every last one. he realised that as he continued along the way, the faces began to blur. there was no identity, no recognition, no face. they were just numbers, waiting to be hooked.

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screw screw screwed up arts
especially SEA
terribly terribly terribly terribly
first 3 months is but a dream!

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it is very hard to keep track of things. but one thing is for sure. i am not a hypocrite, and i will do my best to uphold that of myself. everything else can fall away.
quixoticka eulogized @ 11:47:00 pm