9.3: 715 pm.

Wheres the end of this paragraph?

A van just passed through, it didn't stop.
I wish this cigarette would never end.
This coffee is vile, my throat is raw.
I want to see you...I want to be held.

someone promised me a sequel once.
i'm going to make a new cast.

Cars drive by. I'm hopelessly stationary.

Alone in my solitude. i want human acknowledgment, but from who, i don't know.

no ones ever there. I detest my own presence. i wish i could escape.

Text message received.

Someones on their way.

I want to sleep. i know it will never come.
The need for Dragonballs is high. Ive lost my radar.

souls float past me. only to be collected in jars.

Why must i have these obscure thoughts. No one will see.
I long for them to ask.

Presence received.

Message terminated.