la la la
connect the dots
la la la
Hmmm....another day gone past and I'm not feeling all that inspired or ariculate. Why do you suppose that is? Could it be the monotony of my hours trapped between 8am to 5pm? I think its possible to likely.
Maybe I'll just do some stream of conscious to fill this entry box.
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flatline...
The last few days I have fantasized about the new wardrobe that I am going to start building for myself. I'm very excited about it. I've also read a bunch of websites about the Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
This morning I woke up, not really sure where I was, even though I was in my own bed. I was confused, befuddled, still thinking that my dream world was reality. I suppose it could be. But then what poor shmuck would be dreaming this?
Don't get me wrong, I'm not one of those fuckers that hates life, and is too lazy or self-righteous to do anything about it. Its unfortunate that when I update this, I'm generally bored.
Who do you pray for, alone in your mind?
Sometimes I sit and stare off, as if my brain has just suddenly went on haitus. I wonder where it goes.
Slice me like a shaft of light, create my shadows, glue them to the wall.
For someone who didn't have much to say, I sure went on.
connect the dots
la la la
Hmmm....another day gone past and I'm not feeling all that inspired or ariculate. Why do you suppose that is? Could it be the monotony of my hours trapped between 8am to 5pm? I think its possible to likely.
Maybe I'll just do some stream of conscious to fill this entry box.
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flatline...
The last few days I have fantasized about the new wardrobe that I am going to start building for myself. I'm very excited about it. I've also read a bunch of websites about the Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
This morning I woke up, not really sure where I was, even though I was in my own bed. I was confused, befuddled, still thinking that my dream world was reality. I suppose it could be. But then what poor shmuck would be dreaming this?
Don't get me wrong, I'm not one of those fuckers that hates life, and is too lazy or self-righteous to do anything about it. Its unfortunate that when I update this, I'm generally bored.
Who do you pray for, alone in your mind?
Sometimes I sit and stare off, as if my brain has just suddenly went on haitus. I wonder where it goes.
Slice me like a shaft of light, create my shadows, glue them to the wall.
For someone who didn't have much to say, I sure went on.
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my stomach rumbels... for food!
ps, who were all the stoners at your house? it looked like there was a full on bongo drum party with hemp and everything going on.
whats this crap i read in some faggot fuck's journal about you not going to disneyland?? if you ever want to live down your rep. as a dirty ass pot smoking bongo beating hemp wearing free love giving government chastising conspiricy theory making patchouli wearing nag champa burning hippie the first step in that process is to attend disneyland where I may ( as a priest in the church of subgenius) cleanse you of all your alternative sins. now buy tickets and i will see you there!