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by FreeFormFixation

Member since 2003 · Posted 4 Oct 2003 · 6 comments

i poke and prick the pus from it but this shit never dies. it swells and flakes and spreads and makes my whole face twist and cringe. i stand and shake and spin and break the door off of its hinge. then choke and spit and fall and sit on the dirty floor with flies.

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[n/a] DreamerSupreme 4-Oct-03/4:20 AM Reply
acne is a passing horror

dead flies are an interesting cure you have imagined up though

is it working yet?
[9] Jeremi B. Handrinos 4-Oct-03/4:58 AM Reply
The best cure for it is good food, more sleep, lots of water, and whatever you do DON'T TURN ON THE LIGHT IN THE BATHROOM! ah fuck it I'm spun as a hamster in rat cage and I got a lovely pimple on the side of my jaw curently that will require a mud application for certain, but one is always btter than scratching and picking and making two.
[n/a] SupremeDreamer › Jeremi B. Handrinos 4-Oct-03/6:01 AM Reply
I have a lifetime supply of Acutene.

but its funny to watch you write with that drippy mud mask. ;)
[9] INTRANSIT 4-Oct-03/3:40 PM Reply
I think this is more serious than acne.
[n/a] FreeFormFixation › INTRANSIT 5-Oct-03/3:48 AM Reply
hahaha, i see it now. funny but i guess the acne reference is pretty obvious, though not intentional. metaphors, medicalphors, my downfall.
[3] Quarton 5-Jul-04/3:08 PM Reply
Well, you managed to gross me out.