söndag 31 augusti 2008

A slow Sunday Train.

Last night was a fucking blaze and Tyler Durden carried me through parties and back. I was flying across the dancefloor like something that really didn't give a fuck about anything. The girl of a thousand dollars shook my hair and called me cute, I gave her the finger. A guy with a happy face gave me his hand, I gave him my smile. Everybody fucked up on their weapon of choice, I gave them all a big fucking hug. Tyler looked at me with his greasy eyes and stole the girl of my dreams, like the fucking asshole that he is, he made my night.

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