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I think I found my spiritual side again, it was all bottled up in cotton.

I brought it out with a little bit of fire....

It's so lovely, hot smokey iron...

I feel like deep throating a toaster. kiss
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like a gray gap, some where in between my fingers by brain starts to drain into the abyss again.

The strange attraction to the end at this time of the year draws me closer to the other side. I really do enjoy this season, melancholy, gray, like something from your past whispering sweet sweet nothings into your ear.

I want to lay on the cold...
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yay
nullcontext:
Guys night again... That's right, feels good to sit around and eat food with our fingers, burp, fart, and make lewd comments about women while half drunk.

Fuck yeah.
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When a snake strikes, does the mouse believe himself to be dead, or does he somehow think he's made it out of the grasp of the snake.

i hope your day has been a good one.
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people are strange
when your a stranger
women seem wicked
when your alone
when your strange
faces come out in the rain
when your strange
when your strange
when your strange

what a piss of an evening... I've accepted defeat, now all I can do is wait, and do idle rainy day activites until something happens, I hope something happens soon, I'm so very tired......
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I'm really godamn drunk right now and I think I'll type something so I can go back on it tommorow and say shit mother fucker why the flaming fuck did I type that shit.

So anyway, I have several things wrong with me, as a lot of us do, but I'm working on it. And everywhere I turn I see the godamn hand!

You know...
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t13:
yeah it could be worse. I could be drunk typing about pizza, age and vain women, hahaha.
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I saw a spider in my pirates eyepatch last night.

Then I couldn't sleep, now I feel like shit...

I always feel like shit, just being here, in this body, doing the same old shit every day makes me feel like a big steamy pile of poop.

And yet I don't change anything, because I'm too fn' lazy to change anything, I'd rather just continue...
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I'm spry again, not sure what this means, probably more heartake and despair. I can't fathom how I got to this point and why. I look forward to, and see, only my own ruin but I feel compelled to go on, to seek out what is at the end, perhaps I wish to hurt again.

But in the end if I do end up damaging...
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it's sad when the only thing you look forward to is smoking or drinking...

Seriously.