This first of things I did this morning was make note of the rain. I took my doxy and drank a few sips of water. I chased all of this with a few peanuts. I grabbed a granola bar right before muster and felt uneasy. Taking a yellow basin I threw the half open granola bar into the center. Closing my eyes I dry coughed a bit. When my eyes opened and ( Read more... )

As if I have something to gain from the tainted knowledge of shady practices ( Read more... )

So I have until the first of June to ben-dover and financially fuck my self.
Thank you Rear Admiral pain in the balls.
Unrelated: I can break into anyones room by climbing into the vents- un-screwing the covers with a knife.
And thats pretty fucking ninja

I may just end up believing in it

-Adhere to your success, brood to your faults. Yeah yeah yeah, we all suffer delusions. The mind can't help corrupting itself.  A simple part of you as well as a part of me, an irrational fear of the inevitable and the inconceivable ( Read more... )

-Ha Ha, you made a commitment to speak wonderfully written free thought in a candid and sobering view, and you dropped the ball!
-Is that so?
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"Well, I fooled you, I fooled you
I got pig iron, I got pig iron
I got all pig iron"

I'm an unapologetic self loathing pious arrogant cocky narcissistic piece of shit who can't come to terms with himself.
Welcome back, hope you stay. This will a very different journal written by a few very different people.

“Don’t let me hear you say hate is your enemy. Love has practically caused me to get you destroyed. If I had hated a little more, just a little more we would have had a little less trouble. When I look at my friends today, sure, you’ve got love, principals, but don’t say ‘hate is my enemy.’ What do they say? What’s those words? Hate is mine and I’ ( Read more... )

 Moving along
Arriving at this malformed paradise brings to me an unwelcome air of suspect terror. Wish I may wish I might, stabbing through feral lands of ravenous wolves is a wish held tight. In a deteriorating collection of conscious, I return to a place I once was inside and out. Bourne strange, bound nowhere.