Oh, she's got one of 'those' (vibrators)
I neglected my pack god damnit yesterday for god's sake. There is a girl in my theater arts class who says for god's sake all the time. She also talks really fast, and has RLS, and often spouts out answers to questions she was probably thinking up in here head. There is no other possible explanation for it. Is it that hot out? Some man is sweating his balls off. He has shiny face and has just walked into the bathroom. Why oh why was I so in love with video games for so long. This is good. this is forcing me.. Does anybody know where a guy like me may be able to meet a nice type writer. And then own it perhaps. Don't get full of or ahead of ourselves here. We'll regret it in the morning. but seriously, I like this notion of typing out my words but I don't like the idea that if ever were teh internet were to crash the words and letters would be gone forever. I have to remind myself, though, that what I say isn't profound enough to be archieved except for by me. Then again I could go go. Er, then again, it would be nice to keep whatever pages I have for whatever kind of self reflection I may decide to partake in some day. No, it won't happen, but it is nice to create things, tangable things, on paper. Like drawing or writing freehand or printmaking. It really is very much print making, only in very small and secluded segments of the page, and you are printing pre-designed symbols that meant to be put together to convey a meaning. But god damn never again. Never not again or ever here, he is and there is no blanket I could create to cover up whatever mess I have put forth on this sheet of metal.
That last comment should be stricken, I think, from the internet record forever. For you see it doesn't make much sense even when looking back on it. I'd hate to sound like one of those jerks who likes their bikes too much, but I'm starting to feel a strange affection for mine. I mean, obviously I am not going to go all bike crazy and go out and buy all the products for it just because they are available, but the enthusiasm for riding is back. It's strange to think of a bicycle as a vehicle but there you have it. It's there, they are there. They are in the road now, and people are going to have to get used to this fact. I love people who lack common sense about the cycling issue. They seem to think that bicycles belong on the sidewalk, and will often try to correct the behavior of cyclists as they see fit. What they fail to notice is that there are many more riders in the streets nowadays than there are on the sidewalks. You would think that with an increase in riders this would become common sense. But people don't use common sense. It is a burden, or goes unnoticed, or perhaps is analyzed to the point where it just doesn't make any sense to the user. Some things are just so simple to see, yet people would rather live their lives knowingly seeing something that couldn't be further from the truth. Obviously I got off the point.
Try not to omit things that you think make you seem full of yourself. Everyone is full of themselves, who the fuck else could they be full of? Hope and love for their fellow man? They should just write what comes out I think. You should just write what come out I think. This isn't an essay contest, or a write-off, or nor will this be published in any literary journal for christ's sake. Chris, punch it. Christ. God and jesus and ... My hammy makes for good tummy wammy,. Go anal Sabres this season. If you like hockey go to hell, watch out for the shit stain on the ice rink. Ignore it at all costs and just let the scat thinking come out at full force.
You should go and see the goatse. Just kidding. Go plug yourself into democracy for a chance snap shot of up-skirt Abe Lincoln. Use your eyes, wrathful god. Watch out for pedestrians however, and let all slippery things slip. In other words, let things that are obviously unimportant remain so. Why burden yourself anymore than you have to. Seriously ask yourself. Do not, however, avoid full frontal titty shots of George Washington, he has always led you on the right path of masturbationism. Don't let them fool you again. The fourth of July is coming. I hope it fucks you up. Just another reason for EVERYONE to get drunk, which they will. I'm sure I will too, because I'm that pathetic. Go to hell and don't leave behind your Andrew Jackson wet panties. good eve.
That last comment should be stricken, I think, from the internet record forever. For you see it doesn't make much sense even when looking back on it. I'd hate to sound like one of those jerks who likes their bikes too much, but I'm starting to feel a strange affection for mine. I mean, obviously I am not going to go all bike crazy and go out and buy all the products for it just because they are available, but the enthusiasm for riding is back. It's strange to think of a bicycle as a vehicle but there you have it. It's there, they are there. They are in the road now, and people are going to have to get used to this fact. I love people who lack common sense about the cycling issue. They seem to think that bicycles belong on the sidewalk, and will often try to correct the behavior of cyclists as they see fit. What they fail to notice is that there are many more riders in the streets nowadays than there are on the sidewalks. You would think that with an increase in riders this would become common sense. But people don't use common sense. It is a burden, or goes unnoticed, or perhaps is analyzed to the point where it just doesn't make any sense to the user. Some things are just so simple to see, yet people would rather live their lives knowingly seeing something that couldn't be further from the truth. Obviously I got off the point.
Try not to omit things that you think make you seem full of yourself. Everyone is full of themselves, who the fuck else could they be full of? Hope and love for their fellow man? They should just write what comes out I think. You should just write what come out I think. This isn't an essay contest, or a write-off, or nor will this be published in any literary journal for christ's sake. Chris, punch it. Christ. God and jesus and ... My hammy makes for good tummy wammy,. Go anal Sabres this season. If you like hockey go to hell, watch out for the shit stain on the ice rink. Ignore it at all costs and just let the scat thinking come out at full force.
You should go and see the goatse. Just kidding. Go plug yourself into democracy for a chance snap shot of up-skirt Abe Lincoln. Use your eyes, wrathful god. Watch out for pedestrians however, and let all slippery things slip. In other words, let things that are obviously unimportant remain so. Why burden yourself anymore than you have to. Seriously ask yourself. Do not, however, avoid full frontal titty shots of George Washington, he has always led you on the right path of masturbationism. Don't let them fool you again. The fourth of July is coming. I hope it fucks you up. Just another reason for EVERYONE to get drunk, which they will. I'm sure I will too, because I'm that pathetic. Go to hell and don't leave behind your Andrew Jackson wet panties. good eve.