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ataraxion2012-07-19 02:32 pm
knownsomecallisairam) wrote in ataraxion2012-07-19 02:32 pm
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My things are gone.
I don't mean what I found in the locker with my number on it - and while we're on the subject, what the fuck does this number mean? It doesn't have any meaning to me but it has to mean something beyond being some kind of identification, nothing in my life is random anymore and I don't like being tattooed with something that means something to someone but not to me, so what's the point of it? - I mean the things I had in my apartment. All of it's gone and I can't leave it there. Do you know what's going to happen when someone goes in there and sees it? They're going to take it and I haven't finished with it yet, it hasn't finished with me and no kind of fucked up science fiction bullshit hallucination I'm running through my head right now will change that.
I'm looking for paper. Parts of a manuscript, a sort of weird bundle of napkins and post its and stamps and actual paper, lots of torn pieces, you can't miss it because if you see it you'll know exactly that it's what I'm looking for.
They should be in stacks. If you see them around, don't touch them. Just tell me. Johnny Truant, 008 >> 066.
Also, if there's a fucking Home Depot or some shit aboard this fucked up crazy train to who the fuck knows where, that would be good information too.
I don't mean what I found in the locker with my number on it - and while we're on the subject, what the fuck does this number mean? It doesn't have any meaning to me but it has to mean something beyond being some kind of identification, nothing in my life is random anymore and I don't like being tattooed with something that means something to someone but not to me, so what's the point of it? - I mean the things I had in my apartment. All of it's gone and I can't leave it there. Do you know what's going to happen when someone goes in there and sees it? They're going to take it and I haven't finished with it yet, it hasn't finished with me and no kind of fucked up science fiction bullshit hallucination I'm running through my head right now will change that.
I'm looking for paper. Parts of a manuscript, a sort of weird bundle of napkins and post its and stamps and actual paper, lots of torn pieces, you can't miss it because if you see it you'll know exactly that it's what I'm looking for.
They should be in stacks. If you see them around, don't touch them. Just tell me. Johnny Truant, 008 >> 066.
Also, if there's a fucking Home Depot or some shit aboard this fucked up crazy train to who the fuck knows where, that would be good information too.