I feel like the air inside of a balloon. There is evidence of my existence in the form of red stretched rubber that keeps me trapped. I would like to be popped and disappear into homogenous existence.
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Sometimes I sit in my basement in my underwear and begrudgingly watch George Lopez at 2 a.m. and eat consecutive bowls of Honey Nut Cheerios. I would like to meet a pleasant girl with long dark hair who likes 20th Century Classical music and doesn't mind the fact that my showers are infrequent.
