Nov 10, 2004 22:21
sup, fuckers?
i did a bunch of work tonight! writing is a bitch but damn if it isn't
gratifying once you're done. i'm all packed for kc. i guess now i just
have to kill time. oh shit...i wish i really could KILL TIME. bludgeon
father time with a wycked scptyr and thank that fucker for wasting your
life with his "dead lines" and his "meaning" and his bullshit memories.
man, next time i cross paths with that guy there's gonna be a rumble.
sleeping has been difficult lately. again. my room feels so big and empty. THERE IS A VOID.
that is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die.
dead death dead death dead death dead death dead death dead death dead death dead death
dead death dead death dead death dead death dead death dead death dead death dead death
dead death dead death dead death dead death dead death dead death dead death dead death
dead death dead death dead death dead death dead death dead death dead death dead death
dead death dead death dead death dead death dead death dead death dead death dead death
dead death dead death dead death dead death dead death dead death dead death dead death!