Ketchup, salt and vinegar, dill pickle, all great falvors of chips.
One problem with chips though, they get kinda messy.
Crumbling down on your shirt, all over the floor, not fun at all.
Kinda like some other chips i know.
The pieces chipped away from my soul by the misfortunes i've had.
The pieces chipped away from my heart by the girls that i've cared for.
The pieces chipped away from my childhood that I never really had.
The pieces chipped away from my life that allways kept me from being whole.
All crumbling and falling to the floor.
Maybe if i found all these pieces i could put them in a bowl.
Then I can make a soup.
And upon eating the soup I would be complete.
Oh, I just remembered.
Shit.
I hate soup.
4:28 p.m. - 2004-01-13
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