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Is writing 2 blogs in one day allowed? Fuck you. I wasn't asking permission.

Out of drink but full on jams. Need to equilerize (Webster merrion dictionary fucking hates me) this bitch.

NINJA OUT

being a desk jokey has taken its toll on my body. Once was rippling muscle and ass kicking physique has turned soft.

NEED TO FIX THIS!

back to the olde routine of drinking, lifting and speed metal.

P90x GET FUCKED.

The gears of time clank away as they turn, locking into the next notch. Clank, clank, clank. Stupid time, you noisy fuck. Don't you know people are trying to concentrate.

Geez time, maybe you could be a little more considerate of your surroundings.

Getting locked in the notches is never good, but it always almost happens. People try and reach their potential, but most get...
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Mo MONEY Mo problems.

Demanded a raise today. Apparently, I will be missed if I leave so they are doing what they can to get me more.

They also told me I can make up a more specific role that meets my skill set.

Nothing official yet, but I better get some good fucking news. Daddy need a new pair of shoes.

So sick of the FOOTBALL FAPPING!!!!

Fantasy football is shitty version of dungeons and dragons for jocks.

Rub your pigskin elsewhere....

The year is 3027. Most of my body had been replaced with processors and semiconductors. I am perfect. Designed to kill, fuck and dance in that order. They call me Cspeck. Dancing last night got me some serious pussy. The kind that drips with cosmic delight. Rhythmic ecstasy. Boom Boom Boom.

People are funny things. We are all like little puzzles. We carry around our secrets, desires, our thoughts, and no ones knows our answers.

Sometimes we don't even understand how to solve ourselves. How can anyone ever really know with certainty that we understand their own motives?

Take for instance, tonight. I was looking for new jobs. These jobs however were not close by. They...
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[Story Time]

The air is bitterly cold, biting at my skin, my goose bumps raised, my breath is heavy. The first snow of the year will mark my new birth, the gift of oneness awaits me. It is the night I will be inducted, like those in my family before me. Years of study and training have lead to this moment. My family has had...
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I wonder if anyone else thinks life is bullshit.

I can either keep complaining or actually do something about it.

I BETTER GET TO KILL SOMETHING IN MY DREAMS OR I AM GUNNA BE A GROUCHY BOY IN THE MORNING.....

I need to start writing again. All the good plots get wasted on dreams.....

Spyrograph and dinosaurs.

The night is only really beginning, but not that it really fucking matters because I have to get up at 6 fucking am. I am starting to miss college not cause of the parties, girls, or wild times, but because I could create without the pressure of "real" life pressing down on me.

I suppose if I really want to I should find a way...
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