A friend that I worked with died today.
I later found out my ex was dating him last year.
Work is shit.
Felt the need to catalyze the death process.
Decided to try the cigs that I found at work.
A cat ran to my downstairs porch in order to escape the rain.
Me going out there send it back into the downpour.
There was a chair out there for me, strangely enough.
Smoking is overrated and feels bad man.
Shouldn't of bothered when I'm having seasonal asthma.
This website is dying, I have legendary writer's block and probably something like dysthymia.
GG
Give me a reason to become active again.
Failed my N test ಥ_ಥ
Dear Bitch who didn't yield to my right of way at the 4 way stop intersection,
YOU'RE LUCKY MY RPG-7 WAS IN THE TRUNK, FUCKER.
http://games.a
Solves all problems
Heartbroken.
Fuck it hurts.
http://www.you
Fuck yeah Seaking!
Finally dropped my balls and got a girlfriend. Which means even rarer appearances :(. Try looking for a Mew or something :P
Don't know when I'll be back again... Msn if you want :/
Yo dawg I herd you like remixes, so we remixed http://www.you
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Newf- can't triforce¿
Relief.
The feeling that was like throwing up whilst in a tornado has passed.
Poetry readings are meant to be done naked, with expelatives.
http://www.you
The Waste Land
I. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
M: Hey man I haven't seen you in awhile
D: Yeah, its been a long time. So, you work here?
M: Are you high?
D: What?
M: Oh nevermind, you must be tired then.
I am perpetually high. On low.
So this pretty much sums up my romantic life.
(I'm the Skeleton Harvester).
PS: THIS CALLS FOR EPIC VALENTINE POETRY ENTRY.
I gotta get my shit together before I'm doomed.