Link.

What the fuck.

What the absolute fuck.

And I don't feel like dealing with that AMERICA bullshit on /b/

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NEMO POST LYRICS LIKE FROM THE PAST

Originally I was going to prepare this blog post ahead of time rather than wing it, but I thought "fuck it, let's wing it since notepad doesn't have proper formatting like the blog input window does and it (notepad) doesn't automatically skip to the next line once you exceed the horizontal limits of the input window and that just looks odd to me. It makes me think that it'll look completely different once I put it into the blog, and people will...

Took two of my pills. Laid in bed for two hours, couldn't sleep at all.

I shouldn't've done my real estate homework. I don't give a shit if it's do tomorrow, and it took an hour to do. I should've just gone to bed when I was tired. Now it's almost 5 AM and I have to be up soon to go to class.

I feel like I'm going to wake up and find out I'm the only person in this city. Like the town will just be covered in a fog, and I'll be forced to wander around, looking through...

In the beginning, there were two horses.

One of them was named Larry, one of them was named Henry, and one of them was named William.

Larry was always odd, and usually talked to himself. Often, this would upset Henry, who would wonder who Larry was talking to.

William didn't seem to mind, because William was a horse and had no concept of speech.

Crazy shit. I came across a word grid, where you're supposed to see five different words based on your current mental state.
"Secret, resent, rage, scum, pogo."
I don't know how pogo sticks got into my subconscious.


I'm afraid I might end up addicted melatonin pills. Silly, I know. But...

My religious views are highly against being controlled by my desires, rather than controlling my desires myself. I don't like the idea of doing drugs for recreational...

Just as fine as she could be.

I leapt, I fell. Shit happens.

I'm human after all. Don't let me fall.

Fuck fear and all it entails. I've jumped off the proverbial cliff, now I've just got to either wait for the sudden stop, or hope for something soft to break my fall.

Stigmata martyrs, stigmata martyrs.

I once had an idea for an improv troupe named "Satyrical," where it'd be satire in the style of Greek comedies. But that's not at all related to what I wanted to talk about.

Long rant warning

Why am I incapable of letting go? Am I such a fucking wreck that I'm actually afraid of moving on?

Let me give you the skinny.
There was a girl I liked back in high school. We didn't really talk much. And...

Fuck you Christina stop breaking my heart and dying on me.