El Jay Spoof: to Emotionally Malfunction in Obscurity
It's the pathetic-ness of existence, the way mad cows get killed because they have mad cow disease.
Am I the only one affected - is my mind so deep that my eyes, like crinckled tissue paper, can see the world ending?
Maybe I am just that special - no one can think of how much I think, consider how much I consider, how much I know of...
Everything... how powerfully I feel about making paper areoplanes and throwing them into puddles because It Has
Meaning.
Oh God, do you have a plan for me? Will it involve my finally getting laid?
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Okay, I can't do it. SOMEBODY HELP ME.