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Beh. Just when I'm starting to feel like I've got music, I show up at Kellster's and discover that I know absolutely nothing. Whee.
I'm tired. It makes me... unhappy. Sad. Nostalgic, worst of all. There was rain, tonight, and I spun in it and felt like a dumbass, but I smiled and tried to catch the raindrops anyway. Molli's play was funny. The thunder was great. I'm not sure if it was real or staged. They handled it well, though.
Curve
Forgetful Jones
I'm currently attempting to make my ears bleed. They're gonna hurt like a mofo inna minute. In counter-strike, EVERYONE was hacking. Except me, because I never have. They admit to it. There is no controversy.
I know I'm insect in part, but darling, you're breaking my radioactive heart...
I'm very "fuck it" right now, but I'm trying not to be. I beat JK3 today. Whoohoo. Now I can live my life happily and get into college, because beating JK3 as Light and Dark in one day is a very impressive achievement, obviously. For losers.
Eminem, Dr. Demented, Korn
Never happy. Insert intelligent analyzation here. Insert self-directed angst fueled and created by late night low-tolerance sleepiness and heartsick nostalgia.
He walks into a convienience store with every real intention
he stops and see his consciousness begin a little intervention
The gas station clerk looks him in the eye and finds
every lost soul every hole every pain every half-folded crane falling out the car window
with a little small child watching the wind pick it up and
starting to cry as the crane starts to fly before it's suddenly crushed under the weight of a semi
that's putting the hole in his poor lost soul that's searching itself for why
that's searching itself for why
Jump Little Children
Cold
that little shit-ass passage is mine.
I'm tired. It makes me... unhappy. Sad. Nostalgic, worst of all. There was rain, tonight, and I spun in it and felt like a dumbass, but I smiled and tried to catch the raindrops anyway. Molli's play was funny. The thunder was great. I'm not sure if it was real or staged. They handled it well, though.
Curve
Forgetful Jones
I'm currently attempting to make my ears bleed. They're gonna hurt like a mofo inna minute. In counter-strike, EVERYONE was hacking. Except me, because I never have. They admit to it. There is no controversy.
I know I'm insect in part, but darling, you're breaking my radioactive heart...
I'm very "fuck it" right now, but I'm trying not to be. I beat JK3 today. Whoohoo. Now I can live my life happily and get into college, because beating JK3 as Light and Dark in one day is a very impressive achievement, obviously. For losers.
Eminem, Dr. Demented, Korn
Never happy. Insert intelligent analyzation here. Insert self-directed angst fueled and created by late night low-tolerance sleepiness and heartsick nostalgia.
He walks into a convienience store with every real intention
he stops and see his consciousness begin a little intervention
The gas station clerk looks him in the eye and finds
every lost soul every hole every pain every half-folded crane falling out the car window
with a little small child watching the wind pick it up and
starting to cry as the crane starts to fly before it's suddenly crushed under the weight of a semi
that's putting the hole in his poor lost soul that's searching itself for why
that's searching itself for why
Jump Little Children
Cold
that little shit-ass passage is mine.