Friday, August 1, 2008

The My Friend Diploma

About two years ago I had a friend who was part of a very, very small movement in the upper Ohio music scene. One of the sweetest girls I've met in my life.

She was passionate about music and about taking care of the people she cared about.

But she died. Her vagina shot fluid fucking everywhere. I was fine with it until I looked at the clock and couldn't read shit from the menstruation that bleed out of the more important notes.

Matching up the sprayed fluids and past known ciphers it was possible to solve the message.

And it meant nothing. It was the ravings of a woman in dehydration, that is all.

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