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I think I get really sad when we realize I've got some great idea but can't manifest it into anything worth more than a livejournal entry.
I feel like I'm constantly being teased and blinded and satiated with compliments. I want to be surrounded by critics for a while. I want someone to pull the jester out of my ear. I want to make something big.
Fucking being on the internet all the time plants other peoples thoughts in my head and I can't distinguish them from my own. I need to cut you off, computer. You're fired.
Across the marina, behind all the boats, lights are flashing and sirens are going off. I think there's a fire or some sort of tragedy. Exciting
I feel like I'm constantly being teased and blinded and satiated with compliments. I want to be surrounded by critics for a while. I want someone to pull the jester out of my ear. I want to make something big.
Fucking being on the internet all the time plants other peoples thoughts in my head and I can't distinguish them from my own. I need to cut you off, computer. You're fired.
Across the marina, behind all the boats, lights are flashing and sirens are going off. I think there's a fire or some sort of tragedy. Exciting