paint a box within a week to make it mine so I remember it's mine and I want it. this isn't a label from a doctor who doesn't make sense to me, or a woman whose voice still echos in morals I uphold without belief. write the side of a story of a killer to do justice to the victiums who I am shamelessly exploiting for the sake of a grade. if they'd lived would it be less aweful? goddamn, their memories then...