THAT WAS THAT
PW Botha, Saddam Hussein, Augusto Pinochet, Kenneth Lay, Slobadan Milosevic, Abu Al-Zarqawi, Saparmurat Niyazov, Ariel Sharon (good as), NOT A GOOD YEAR FOR CUNTS. THEN! WOW! Milton Friedman, My Grandfather, Syd Barrett, Freddie Laker, what the fuck, what the fuck. what is going to happen this year? probably nothing, probably nothing. probably nothing. wow wow.
I AM MOVING BACK TO NOTTINGHAM TOMORROW AND I HAD BEEN VERY MUCH LOOKING FORWARD TO IT IT WAS GOING TO BE ACE I WAS GOING TO BE ABLE TO SMOKE AT WILL.
(do you know what i had to do today? i pretended that one of my friends told me to buy a copy of The Guardian (THE FUCKING GUARDIAN! QUASI-INTELLECTUAL STUDENT CUNTS AND CHAMPAGNE SOCIALISTS ONLY!) for some fictional article, because it was the only excuse i could think of to get out of the house to have a cigarette. so i spent ONE POUND AND FORTY PENCE. on the liberty to have a cigarette. enough of this fascist healthocracy, I AM FUCKING off. I AM FUCKING OFF TO A DRUG-RIDDEN SHANTY CITY where none of this bullshit EXISTs.) i am fed up of this and that and him and her and them and that and this and ALL OF THOSE. i am not as funny or as good-looking, as any of them (especially not him), or any of them, or even any of them.
SO WHERE NOW FOR ME? WHO WOULD LOOK TWICE? AND EVEN IF SOMEONE LOOKED TWICE, WHEREFORE WOULD THEY LOOK AGAIN? maybe the way to go about this would be a race, i can't see it. i would lose. maybe i should be extremely clever about it. (maybe i should use my nail gun)
apparently i was spending £160 a week last term. where did it get me? where? here, and i am not desperately happy to be here. not that this is angst, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. embarrassment, cabin fever, hate, perhaps.
BUT I AM NOT BEInG A LIVEJOURNALLER>>>NOOOO
ROSE WHERE ARE YOU I NEED TO MOAN. I AM PRETENDING THAT EVERYTHING IS GOING WRONG ROSE, I NEED TO MOAN. on msn, not on here. the internet has eyes.
if i were Richard Brautigan people would still be reading. If i were charles dickens people would only be pretending. as it is i am Jack Stephens and my words are heading directly into the chasmic expanse of CYBEROBLIVION. (and no-one even cares NO ONE EVEN PRETENDS> Maybe thats why (almost) everyone i know STOPPED WRITING MONTHS AGO. i have been writing private entries, its been pretty jokes.
i have been trying to get back into wikipedia, it still fascinates me in a way how wikipedia's grimy underbelly is a fantastically accurate microcosmic analogy for the justice system of any nation, or any other institution for that matter. it still fascinates me in a way, it still fascinates me in a way, it still fascinates it still fascinates it still fascinates maybe i could destroy someone from the inside out, maybe a friend. maybe i could wikidestroy a wikifriend? i could wickedly destroy a wicked friend, using wicked means (which may or may not involve wikipedia). http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/WP:POINT.
maybe. i. am. not. good. enough.
maybe. i. am. not. bad. enough.
maybe. i. am. just. not. enough.
maybe. i. am. not. funny. enough.
maybe. i. am. too. ugly.
maybe. its. because. im. a. londoner.
maybe. its. because. i. only. do. dance. remixes.
maybe. when. i. lost. weight. this. term. a. piece. of. my. soul. went. with. it.
maybe. im. losing. my. edge.
everything. gets. replaced. so. why. cant. i.
it makes sense to say that if a batch produces one nice egg, it can probably produce a nicer egg. maybe thats just what happened. maybe mr nice egg isnt so nice after all. maybe mr nicer egg is going to smashhh. nail gunzzz
who knows what tomorrow brings?
I AM MOVING BACK TO NOTTINGHAM TOMORROW AND I HAD BEEN VERY MUCH LOOKING FORWARD TO IT IT WAS GOING TO BE ACE I WAS GOING TO BE ABLE TO SMOKE AT WILL.
(do you know what i had to do today? i pretended that one of my friends told me to buy a copy of The Guardian (THE FUCKING GUARDIAN! QUASI-INTELLECTUAL STUDENT CUNTS AND CHAMPAGNE SOCIALISTS ONLY!) for some fictional article, because it was the only excuse i could think of to get out of the house to have a cigarette. so i spent ONE POUND AND FORTY PENCE. on the liberty to have a cigarette. enough of this fascist healthocracy, I AM FUCKING off. I AM FUCKING OFF TO A DRUG-RIDDEN SHANTY CITY where none of this bullshit EXISTs.) i am fed up of this and that and him and her and them and that and this and ALL OF THOSE. i am not as funny or as good-looking, as any of them (especially not him), or any of them, or even any of them.
SO WHERE NOW FOR ME? WHO WOULD LOOK TWICE? AND EVEN IF SOMEONE LOOKED TWICE, WHEREFORE WOULD THEY LOOK AGAIN? maybe the way to go about this would be a race, i can't see it. i would lose. maybe i should be extremely clever about it. (maybe i should use my nail gun)
apparently i was spending £160 a week last term. where did it get me? where? here, and i am not desperately happy to be here. not that this is angst, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. embarrassment, cabin fever, hate, perhaps.
BUT I AM NOT BEInG A LIVEJOURNALLER>>>NOOOO
ROSE WHERE ARE YOU I NEED TO MOAN. I AM PRETENDING THAT EVERYTHING IS GOING WRONG ROSE, I NEED TO MOAN. on msn, not on here. the internet has eyes.
if i were Richard Brautigan people would still be reading. If i were charles dickens people would only be pretending. as it is i am Jack Stephens and my words are heading directly into the chasmic expanse of CYBEROBLIVION. (and no-one even cares NO ONE EVEN PRETENDS> Maybe thats why (almost) everyone i know STOPPED WRITING MONTHS AGO. i have been writing private entries, its been pretty jokes.
i have been trying to get back into wikipedia, it still fascinates me in a way how wikipedia's grimy underbelly is a fantastically accurate microcosmic analogy for the justice system of any nation, or any other institution for that matter. it still fascinates me in a way, it still fascinates me in a way, it still fascinates it still fascinates it still fascinates maybe i could destroy someone from the inside out, maybe a friend. maybe i could wikidestroy a wikifriend? i could wickedly destroy a wicked friend, using wicked means (which may or may not involve wikipedia). http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/WP:POINT.
maybe. i. am. not. good. enough.
maybe. i. am. not. bad. enough.
maybe. i. am. just. not. enough.
maybe. i. am. not. funny. enough.
maybe. i. am. too. ugly.
maybe. its. because. im. a. londoner.
maybe. its. because. i. only. do. dance. remixes.
maybe. when. i. lost. weight. this. term. a. piece. of. my. soul. went. with. it.
maybe. im. losing. my. edge.
everything. gets. replaced. so. why. cant. i.
it makes sense to say that if a batch produces one nice egg, it can probably produce a nicer egg. maybe thats just what happened. maybe mr nice egg isnt so nice after all. maybe mr nicer egg is going to smashhh. nail gunzzz
who knows what tomorrow brings?