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[May. 27th, 2009|07:13 pm]
staring in the face of condemnation
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| [ | Current Location |
| | payphone | ] |
| [ | FUCK OFF I AM REALLY |
| |  angry | ] |
| [ | My parentz loathe |
| | tell me why - wumpscut | ] |
hello everybody i said hi a coupla weeks ago when i was fucking around with my journal blowin cobwebs and shit and then these people were like oh hey man and i was like oh my gosh these people here do remember me fancy that and stuff and then there was somebody clicking and releasing their pen behind me and they weren't doing it in the kinda entertaining way that i do where i try and build a rhythm that is intriguing and expressive it was just sorta like click . . . unclick . . . click . . . unclick . . . and so on and so forth and i almost lost my shit over it and decided right then and there that it was a bad omen toward revisiting livejournal land so i stopped it dead there. but its never really dead and oh my gosh i am reminded of that hippy wank nothing ever dies energy only changes forms and to destroy energy creates nuclear blam blam kablooey thing and yeah i know thats sorta true but if re-reading all the curious garble i ever wrote in this twisted malformed stackhat-wearing motherfucking spittoooon can teach me anything it is simply this . . . . some shit is really fucking dead its not a state of organic inertia there are some really really fucken dead things out there.
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