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[thejunipertree]

The rats are fighting, squeaks and squeals and falling down to the bottom of the cage.
The cats are fighting, screaming and fur flying and pounding feet down the hallway.

I am sitting here at the computer, half-forgotten cigarette in my tiny black ashtray that I keep meaning to replace, wanting to lie outside in the grass until my brain stops burning and my skin stops crawling. Only the grass which is currently outside isn't very conducive to this desire.

Winter grass.

My anger from the other day is not my story to tell. However, let's just say that someone treated a dear friend of mine very callously and with no respect. And for that, I have been contemplating some serious bad ju-ju. My friend would most likely be rather upset with me if I did indeed release said bad ju-ju, therefore I won't.

But, it feels so fucking good to think about it.

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[flemco.livejournal.com]

As always, I vote to loose the hounds of Bad Ju-Ju and let the chips fall where they may.

Then again, I'm a self-destructive lunatic.

[ninjalicious.livejournal.com]

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