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Yeah... i wrote this last night... i ate pizza.. This is more on the depressing side... Just warning you... happeh fella's....
And the muscles. The few muscles that I do operate in my body are weak and depleating. They're being disolved and recruited by the protiens in the pizza.
The Christian Children's Fund is on its third advertisement in a row. They shouldn't advertise when the poor, defeated freaks are awake. Advertise when the rich, powerful men are eating dinner with their families with the TV on, trying to avoid explaining to his wife why he's fucking a woman from his well-paying job. Christian.
90 BEATS PER MINUTE
Is that tempo, or heart rate? Tempo of my body.
Nope, relieving my mind of thoughts and worries by writing them down didn't help. I'm still wide enough awake to steal an American - Made car and drive it thru the front doors of the Texas's capitol building. Still awake.....
Is it a person a thought..? Maybe it's the person in my mind, not letting me go to bed. Attention-hungry bitches, let me sleep!
I know insomnia for one night is not a big deal, but it's fun to pretend it is, huh?
-I'm sitting up at night starring at this blank screen. My status as: leave me the fuck alone. A man, paralyzed, IM's me and says what's wrong.. how could what i think is wrong be worse than what happend to him? maybe people care... doubt it.. but.. yeah that'd be cool if they did. *sigh* still awake... and as selfish as ever...
My body must be pissed at me. It keeps making acids to digest food that doesn't exist. I'm going to go relieve myself. and hope that nothing tears.