index | archives | notes Monday, Sept. 12, 2005 9:38 p.m. << [ Somewhat Damaged ] >> "I hate this. I don't want to be alive anymore," says the girl who is sort-of-but-not-really me. "How the fuck do you think God feels? Do you think anyone ever thinks about how God feels? Do you think anyone is gonna stop God from committing suicide?" This is what I dream about, when it occurs to me to do so. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org