i got home from work about an hour ago... another fucking double cuz the fat bastard i work with split his pants and had to go home and didn't come back... side note... when i thought of the word 'home', i typed the word 'work'... huh... wonder if that means anything...
anyways, in my caffine fueled sleep deprived state, i wrote something very beautiful, poetic and meaningful. i had originally planned on putting it here, but at the last minute decided 'fuck it, why bother'... go figure... instead i lit it on fire and threw it off the balcony...
SYNTHETIC NIGHTMARES FORNICATE WITH DEADLY REVELATIONS....
perhaps scarred by the horrific nightmares i'm sure to encounter when i go to sleep, i'll come back and say something worth saying.... but until then, i type to read my own thoughts...
anyways, in my caffine fueled sleep deprived state, i wrote something very beautiful, poetic and meaningful. i had originally planned on putting it here, but at the last minute decided 'fuck it, why bother'... go figure... instead i lit it on fire and threw it off the balcony...
SYNTHETIC NIGHTMARES FORNICATE WITH DEADLY REVELATIONS....
perhaps scarred by the horrific nightmares i'm sure to encounter when i go to sleep, i'll come back and say something worth saying.... but until then, i type to read my own thoughts...