Sunday, July 13, 2008


no one would buy the macaroni Death Star model he'd built as a child. there are just somethings that are meant to be gawked at at a yard sale rater than bought. he was a little sad that no one cared about all the work he'd put into the model. whaen all was said and done, his wife tossed it in the trash just like she said she would. he wanted to go and get it, but restrained himself. this wasn't the fight he wanted tonight.
now, everything from his childhood had been lost, sold, given away, or thrown out.
the Death Star was the last bit of his past. What would the next 30 years hold?
sad, nude, suicide.


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