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Written about Sunday 2006-10-22
Written: (6607 days ago)

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Randomosity:

[Sedition]: would you rather be fat?trust me honey,embrace the thin body stick-ness.being fat and working all of that crap off has been no fun.but im getting there :/

dil:yeah.

I feel so weak.

actually.

shit.

I am weak.

shadow alpha: atleast your not fat >_>

dil:
a large gust of wind would blow me away :/

shadow alpha: ......atleast your not fat >_>

dil:
okay.

at least I'm not fat.

shadow alpha:
XD

dil:
hmm

so I'm not immune to the power of suggestion.

866224 Link to this entry
Written about Sunday 2006-10-22
Written: (6607 days ago)

Do you know what wakes one up effectively?

Excruciating pain.

866081 Link to this entry
Written about Sunday 2006-10-22
Written: (6608 days ago)

Foolish mortals.

865758 Link to this entry
Written about Saturday 2006-10-21
Written: (6609 days ago)

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Does anyone else find it highly ironic that people with usernames like 'hot chick' and 'sexy baby' aren't even that hot/sexy/attractive?

864701 Link to this entry
Written about Tuesday 2006-10-17
Written: (6612 days ago)

Philosopher's Asylum

864413 Link to this entry
Written about Tuesday 2006-10-17
Written: (6613 days ago)

Dil's Featured Lyric of the Day

Song lyrics - by [Da Funkmasta' RAG]

In the city by the lake,
I try to find my way,
Through this fog,
Through this pain.

I'm not new to this town,
but all the streets still turn me around.
I've got nowhere left to go,
no way to live,
no place to call my own.
I'm all alone in this body and soul.

All the roads are cracked with grass
and all the windows have been smashed.
There are no home fires burning here,
There is no one left to love.

I'm not new to this town,
but all the streets still turn me around.
I've got nowhere left to go,
no way to live,
no place to call my own.
I'm all alone in this body and soul.

I lay awake in bed,
wondering where I went wrong.
I look to the past,
and see clearly.

I'm not new to this town,
but all the streets still turn me around.
I've got nowhere left to go,
no way to live,
no place to call my own.
I'm all alone, all alone

I'm not new to this town,
but all the streets still turn me around.
I've got nowhere left to go,
no way to live,
no place to call my own.
I'm all alone in this body and soul.

864245 Link to this entry
Written about Monday 2006-10-16
Written: (6613 days ago)

Book idea? Basically, an insane asylum specialized for philosophers who have gone mad.

Sometimes I think I’m lacking in that blind optimism that makes life tolerable. The alarm rings. This is the ‘asscrack’ of dawn. I didn’t come up with that. Who comes up with anything? If author’s were honest, they’d put their whole text in huge quotation marks. Honesty, what a joke. The funny thing about that is, the fact that everyone falls for it.
Hello. I am speaking in a guild of affected philosophers. The logicians are death-threatening the obscure paradox philosophers. As usual, the nihilists are driving everyone mad. Then again, even a madman needs an occupation. Can’t take that away from them.
My room mate thinks he found the meaning of life. He says it’s a recipe he found in a cookbook. Why-
Wait. I never say why. When one asks why, the questions never end. Why anything? Why, why? Stop. STOP.
He’s having his laughing session. Earplugs thankyou. Thirty minutes and it will be all over. Stupid recipe, driving me mad. After the laughing session he will have a weeping session. He must weep. Mercifully, he is a blank the rest of the day. No, I did not alter his recipe. There’s no change if nobody notices.

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