the past was like a perfect rock being vandalised by obscenities. over time, like weathered rocks, the acid rain washed away most of the blemishes; effective yet bitingly painful. besides the occassional vituperation of your deeds, all was fine till yesterday.
yesterday was like a really really bad acidic downpour. yea, you're like a tattoo but a really bad one that refuses to come off even through laser. futile pain, i must say.
oh yea, no vulgarities for a month has been surprisingly easy. (:
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