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ah never ceasing, this half-assed creativity that i live in. nothing is done, nothing is acheived... nothing is perfect afterall. the money that these kids pay for their fucking art school is making me sick. sick sick sick. i ought to be on the cover of Starving Artist Weekly. my ego says that i am Starving Artist Weekly. make that daily ( Read more... ) -
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my interest in the inside world only wanders. further examination finds that i don't want to go anywhere. i feel so strange.. for the first time in years i have no concept of, Alone is realized ( Read more... ) -
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ever been sailing? i have.. i have been. me, whiskey, and my loneliness. no, no.. it's not a patehtic state at all. it sure looks like it, though, huh.. but it's rather solid and i am now absolutely aware of where i am. what i am doing. what i ought to be doing is so clear from down here (will make it easier to acheive) i can't fall asleep ( Read more... ) -
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the last one was inacurate, as john pointed out. apon taking the test again to better represent my current constant progress, i find the results rather interesting.
themindfuck
106%
c404
106%
jenstar426
103%
iamreallyarobot
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sneezing from cats and a room reeking of death and decaying pond-life. more psychedelic music and a sugartooth from hells tales. warm cold warm cold, the weather and the couch donkey-punching my back while i sleep. 3 months and i need to move again. 3 years and i need to reprove to myself that i am not an moron. i need a job. i want to pay ( Read more... )
