A Mexican family came into the shop today (I say this because they told me not because I'm white and assume all Hispanic people are Mexican). Instead of light they said soft. Not a light cigarette, a soft cigarette. I like that.

How much longer until my bad habits catch up to me completely?

I'm happy today.

Your platonic form is salt.

Knotted in narcissism and nevertheless nodding off with Neapolitan nines.

'Tis truth. I'm alliterate.

First, get a baseball bat.

That's wrong. Things, you know, are strange, and everyone feels it,,man,,andijustdontknow if this shouldbeunexpected.,, ..s...

I'm okay with it. I'm sure.

Having a romantic life ever can be some real balls. Especially, being the unsatisfiable shitfuck that I am.

I learned a valuable lesson about life at some point

I'm at a safe distance. This life and these people are interesting and watching them move about and get lost in there little situations is amusing. Because I'm this detached.

That's probably not true.

I wonder if love still exists.

Was a strange weekend, but I'm better now. Me thinks.

Please don't drown tonight.
Focusing is hard enough on dry land.
But if you drown tonight, I might have to change my plans.

Smokey Robinson became famous because of his smooth ass name.

What's an ass name?

Pregnant-headed boy, stay inside, protect the womb.
Jump the start and still finish last.
But everything's a blur when you run so fast.

I have to pee.

I'm thinking about posting like this everyday between class. At least I'll feel vaguely productive.
Wait, I'm supposed to be schooling...fools?

Myself.
Right.

Cigarettes are immaculate.

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My life isn't changing any faster than usual.

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