Dear mosquitoes who live in my room,
I swear to God if one of you has West Nile I will make sure that you and all your families die.
Fuck you Mosquitoes who live in my room.
Fuck you.
My hand itches,
Dru
Thursday, October 22, 2009
I can't find you...
Dear the Mosquitoes who live in my room,
Where the hell are you hiding. I'm 100% certain that you are no longer there until I can hear you when the lights are turned off.
So where the hell are you hiding?
I'd like to think I know my room alright, but you are repeatedly making me doubt myself.
And for that I say fuck you.
Also how do you get to my face so fast when I turn out the lights.
Yours,
Dru
Where the hell are you hiding. I'm 100% certain that you are no longer there until I can hear you when the lights are turned off.
So where the hell are you hiding?
I'd like to think I know my room alright, but you are repeatedly making me doubt myself.
And for that I say fuck you.
Also how do you get to my face so fast when I turn out the lights.
Yours,
Dru
I saw my blood
Dear the mosquitoes who live my room,
I do not feel remorse for my destroying of one of your lives last night. I feel no remorse. Because I know that the blood I saw splattered on my wall was my own blood. Drilled from the veins that reside within the thin skin surrounding my arm. Or hand. I swear to God if you were the one that bit my hand I feel extra good for killing you.
Fuck you Mosquitoes who live in my room.
Fuck you to hell.
Yours,
Dru
I do not feel remorse for my destroying of one of your lives last night. I feel no remorse. Because I know that the blood I saw splattered on my wall was my own blood. Drilled from the veins that reside within the thin skin surrounding my arm. Or hand. I swear to God if you were the one that bit my hand I feel extra good for killing you.
Fuck you Mosquitoes who live in my room.
Fuck you to hell.
Yours,
Dru
Unwelcome Guests
Dear Mosquitoes in my room,
I don't know how you found a way into my room in Brooklyn. I was under the impression that with the screen and the glass in the windows that there were no holes with which you could enter. I was also under the impression that you had been through for the season after the exceptionally cold few days a few weeks back.
I now know that this is wrong.
You have infiltrated my room somehow.
So to my unwelcome guests I tell you this: Fuck you. I hate you mosquitoes in my room. I hate you.
I will destroy you.
Yours,
Dru D. Johnston
I don't know how you found a way into my room in Brooklyn. I was under the impression that with the screen and the glass in the windows that there were no holes with which you could enter. I was also under the impression that you had been through for the season after the exceptionally cold few days a few weeks back.
I now know that this is wrong.
You have infiltrated my room somehow.
So to my unwelcome guests I tell you this: Fuck you. I hate you mosquitoes in my room. I hate you.
I will destroy you.
Yours,
Dru D. Johnston
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