I just watched "Sometimes In April," and I don't know what to say. I don't cry very often in these movies any more. The story plays, and I sit there and note its details, and listen to the million voices that talk in my mind, and try to make myself a vessel for any lost, murdered soul that wants to be heard or comforted. Sometimes I feel rock ( Read more... )

"Once there was a flower.
Another flower grows by it.
And then another flower.
The third flower started to die because the sunshine was too hot.
A bulldozer ran over the two other flowers.
Then a rainbow came out."

so that is the story i wrote at age six. i actually called it "life." i think it needs to be published.

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who fricking needs homework. i spent an hour and a half looking at old pictures...

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i say that we leave reproduction to men. naval births? i don't know. but female reproductive equipment can die as far as i am concerned.

FINALS ARE EATING ME. DAMNED CANNIBALS.

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here is one of my problems:
i have lots of time, not too much homework... i'm not stressed. so i waste my time until there isn't enough of it, and then i get mega stressed.

BLAAAAGGGGGKKKKKKKBLEEEECCHHHHH.
i feel like making one of those ugly choking sounds until i gag.

and lastly: there is no lastly.


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