I thought of a lot of titles....
The failure of the illusion of time.
Broken Pieces larger than the whole.
A brief mistake, repeated to your liking.
Blackmail is not a postage service.
yea, things like that. It seems I never know what to write, so I try and think "well ol chap,, what have you to say?" and I get all thinking hard and suddenly I don't want to say something, I want to be something. I want to explode, set your eyes on fire, rearrange your face and introduce you to your mother. I can rant, I can give a list of my day, but really this is the only place where I know no one I know in real life will ever see, so I have a sense of freedom. And those two to three people who read this may be entertained.
See, I always do this. Rather than saying something, I talk about the act of saying something. I always have nothing to say.
But lets try....
I'm erecting walls in my love life. I am seeing someone, but I am not falling in love. I refuse, sign of a wounded heart to be sure, but something else is more important. I look forward to a day when I don't think I'm a complete moron more than 5 times a day. I have like a bi-polar ego. Sometimes I think I'm the shit, the bees knees and all that crap, and just as quickly my self worth is somewhere around the gunk you scrape off a penny you find in the john. They have medication for this. But I have no business holding someones heart while I'm on this rollercoaster.
I wanna be a student. I'm planning on going to Portland State University for Graphic Design but I don't know how good this school is. I don't want to take any more math classes. Or english. But since its been so long since my last foray into college I can't carry any of those credits over. At least, that is the rumor.
The failure of the illusion of time.
Broken Pieces larger than the whole.
A brief mistake, repeated to your liking.
Blackmail is not a postage service.
yea, things like that. It seems I never know what to write, so I try and think "well ol chap,, what have you to say?" and I get all thinking hard and suddenly I don't want to say something, I want to be something. I want to explode, set your eyes on fire, rearrange your face and introduce you to your mother. I can rant, I can give a list of my day, but really this is the only place where I know no one I know in real life will ever see, so I have a sense of freedom. And those two to three people who read this may be entertained.
See, I always do this. Rather than saying something, I talk about the act of saying something. I always have nothing to say.
But lets try....
I'm erecting walls in my love life. I am seeing someone, but I am not falling in love. I refuse, sign of a wounded heart to be sure, but something else is more important. I look forward to a day when I don't think I'm a complete moron more than 5 times a day. I have like a bi-polar ego. Sometimes I think I'm the shit, the bees knees and all that crap, and just as quickly my self worth is somewhere around the gunk you scrape off a penny you find in the john. They have medication for this. But I have no business holding someones heart while I'm on this rollercoaster.
I wanna be a student. I'm planning on going to Portland State University for Graphic Design but I don't know how good this school is. I don't want to take any more math classes. Or english. But since its been so long since my last foray into college I can't carry any of those credits over. At least, that is the rumor.
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can i steal the first and last photo for my desktop wallpaper?
love them!