where i met you in some decrepit shack in the jungles of vietnam. you had a giant square maze tattoo'd across your back. at seemingly random positions were the numbers 2, 4, 8 and 10. you said they meant something special. then you started laughing a maniacal laugh. that was disturbing.
have you stopped laughing yet?
what do the numbers mean?
is that where you buried the bodies?
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
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