Monday, December 14, 2009

Kierens Poem

I need love.
I am a depressed virgin christmas alien without love.
I hate things.
I am trapped in this room.
Finals suck.
Laundry sucks.
Tucson is gay.
I wish I had furnature.
"Body language"
Serial Killer.
I want to hit myself.
scream.
I like 12 year old boys.
I want to do a terrorist attack on Melissa.
Oh crap nugget.
Starbucks is 17 notches better.
I look like a tool.
1:20 am.


... to be continued...

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