You ignored the itching in your gums.
Cold beer soothed your ulcers, but you couldn't stomach it.
You experimented with the world around you, and were rewarded.
You've slipped so far down your own FASHIONHOLE that there may be no saving you.
Nothing comes between you and something.
You're A Portfoliographer Now! Your winnings will surely bring lasting happiness.
Keep your mouth closed in polite company.
Smile wide and the world will shrug its indifference back at you.
Hope nobody else was planning on buying anything anytime soon.
...
You went to sleep on the floor.
You saw the News, and it wasn't good.
You opened all of your eyes wide and revelled in their cacophonous din.
You feel a decade older after that ordeal, but a goal's a goal.
Enjoy yourself however you see fit. It's your life... I guess...
In the race to stop seeing, you're actually quite quick.
Go on, let it all out.
Following your ear, you went deep into the eye and ignored the aching in your mouth.
Your friend couldn't save you, and you couldn't save your friend.
You followed your dreams, and they followed you.
You followed your dreams, to the detriment of those around you.
You shouldn't have opened that letter.
You lay in the corridor and felt your teeth turn to dust in your gums.
You stalled out in the corridor and felt your pipes turn to rust in your gums.
