Going to see Duston lot at school.
NOT.
See no prospect of ever seeing Sadie again. How will it all end. I can feel that. She's getting her new car today apparantly. See I'm shut off from her now. I can't speak to her, I won't be able to look her in the eye. Break me.
My life is dedicated to the bringing down of god. I declare myself antichristian. The divine being is eroded and ugly twisted in self-superiority, reliant on our dependance. I've pulled my pipe free of it's mechanical nipple and spat my parting. My life is harder but relieved of the scab of impure divinity.
Squash - my brother gave me a shiner with the ball at high velocity - connect to the face. I pasted him 5-0! Out with Craig for pool and KFC!
Margaret got me a gold chain from her holidays. I love it, you can feel the power of it - confidence and sort of calming too. Am on heat just now. Have the horn for loads of women (though I reserve some more potent feelings toward Miss Clark). Letter from lovely little Rachel.
Great letter from Rachel - well nothing said really but it feels nice, for which I thank Rachel not god - who supplies nothing with a tinted edge.
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