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[den_of_wes]

Sleep of madness. Early morning freezer. Momentary joy, followed by dispair. Menial time walking quickly. Rectangle table discussion. Disappointment, denied the opportunity to set hands on fire. Fire drill. Not literally. That may be the name of my project. Random speaking. Solitude in the place of first meeting. Insulting petri dishes. With technology translates to without. Staring for a clock. Computer personification. No computer for time. Blasted bell. More insulting petri dishes. We really should move on to logs. The polar bears are dead. Debating years. Ozone = screwed. One last hold out. No, that was yesterday. Chicken strips were yesterday too. Bloody "chicken" burger. Really huge brownie that nobody wants. Speaking of ozone, buy fudge. Never time to warm up. Strong lip today = Freedom March -> yay! Sound the Canon (of Pachabel). And speaking of such, "Or that the everlasting had not fixed his canoN (as in only one) 'gainst self-slaughter". Only eight? Without a bonus. Counting seconds, literally this time. Thirteen minutes early. High from Hamlet. Welding fun. And really bad puns. More age jokes. Hardy har har. "Oh that this too too sullied flesh would melt". Alarm clocks, yet again. Severe case of over acting. Sans debating. Waiting... Sickly rest, oh how I long to comfort. Longing. Everyone sucks. Amusing anonymity. "Book words" continue to amuse. Threats of biking lead to much conversation and unintentional rudeness. Plot is devastated. Night comes too quickly. Ack, too much to remember. Seeing Jim. Exciting detective work leads to unexpected nemesis. Unexpected grossness leads to pity for unexpected nemesis. Hair pictures. Self-conscious ruins everything. The order of events gets completely screwed. No entertaining Aliant tonight. EVERYONE sucks. Oh that this too too sullied flesh would melt, thaw, and resolve itself into a dew. Blasted time contraints. Feel like crap, probably sick, definately grieving. Not grieving. But certain packages should have been delivered, and I failed. This sucks. I suck. The world does. Oh what is sleep but the absence of all though, time, and matter, for what is time but the measurement of thought and as for matter, well nothing is the matter so matter is nothing. I really am Hamlet.

Wish you were here,

Leo

I may begin posting again. Or not. We shall see. Regardless this is no longer a friends only journal. Everyone sucks. :)