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Sandals
"flip-flop, flip-flop", the sounds of my sandals against the cold hard concrete floor echoe in amusement, like a ticking clock stolen from the hands of time.
fuck.
I'm at it again, talking to myself as if I were slightly influenced by a higher power of schitzophrenia.
I dont fucking have it.
I dont give a flying fuck what they say...
This is what I call Chapter 1, the part of my life where two corresponding triangles hardly correspond at all. In fact, the triangles dont even exist.
Note: Im working on developing a bunch of movie ideas, so most of the things I'll be posting are short segments such as this, let me know what you think. The character in this is extremely self involved and easily amused, thers more to the character, what do you guys see in him? or her?
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