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[superbadgirl]

When I was out for my noon-time walk, I had a brilliant idea for a short vignette I'm working on. I'll be damned if I can remember what it was now. :(

I hate that.

Also, what the heck do you call those little thingies mechanics use to roll themselves under cars? It's bugging the crap out of me that I can't think of the word.

Edited again, to say this is the angst song of the day. Really got me in the mood for melancholy.

i fear nothing
besides myself
please don't touch me
love like an infant
trying to stand up

am i two souls
one hard, one whole
am i real
i don't want to feel anything
anymore

i feel nothing
besides this pain
please don't watch me
love like an infant
scared and crawling