Liz, yo (oulan) wrote,
Liz, yo
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Dear repetition,

A single story told throughout the course of three, seemingly random chatlogs.


Degac Creep: what do you mean shaven
Degac Creep: like all of it?
zzangbanghulweh: as in
zzangbanghulweh: 1cm hair
Degac Creep: I WILL EAT BITCHES ALIVE

Degac Creep: I'm writing a letter
GravityIsWicked: hahah
GravityIsWicked: "Dear Mr.2PM Hair sylist.. I'm a an American White Woman..."
Degac Creep: no
Degac Creep: it'll be straight-forward and direct
Degac Creep: no dear or sincerely
Degac Creep: just a sheet of white paper, stained with my tears
Degac Creep: and in giant angry black print
Degac Creep: I WILL KILL YOU, HAIR KILLER
Degac Creep: I WILL RIP OUT YOUR HEART AND EAT IT WHILE YOU DIE
GravityIsWicked: lol

poetanarchy: how are you feeling?
Degac Creep: like shit
poetanarchy: :(
Degac Creep: eating strawberries though
Degac Creep: and raging about the loss of chansung's hair and that kind of makes me feel better, I don't know why



Violence. ^^
Tags: it's 6:46am, jesus fucking christ, the logs of chat, what?
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