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dry, southern nj, dirty sweaty, disgustiing. i hate it, i want to move away to san diego. i feel like sd is a humid free place, full of palm trees and fruity alcoholic beverages. alcohol. yum. humid. ew.

Posted By sid macArthur On 08.03.2009 @ 8:23 pm

the road was getting worse. the condtions wre not in our favor. i turned to ryan and told him to pull over. he failed to heed my instruction. next we knew w 18 wheel mac truck came within inches of our left headlight, and a screeching sound and smell of burning rubber filled the air. it was terrible. ryan was crying and furious, i was glad to be alive. the road was icy, and my brian was fogged. i had no clue that someone could be so affected by one infinitesimal in life, but ryan was. he never was the same. today as i sit in the mental institution, i recollect, while he dies, slowly and painfully.

Posted By sid macArthur On 08.01.2009 @ 11:00 am

the floor was quickly being tiled, by the blacks in the hot hot heat. then the boss man walked over the tile and spit. numerous times and wiped his sweat from his brow, and watched as it dripped into the floor. the workers looked up in disgust. then the white man killed them

Posted By sid macArthur On 07.30.2009 @ 12:22 pm