2007-03-24 - 1:28 a.m.
Jack's Silent Frustration
Fridays are spent in some sort of miserable metal walled quarantine.
Kind of like the metal death march chute that cows are fed through.
Into the slaughter house.
I had more to say, really.
But the cows in front of me are starting to move.
I feel like I am dead already.
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