MY PENIS TOUCHED THIS KEYBOARD.
So it just came to my attention that I can type in any letter in the Subject box and a list of previous subjects entered starting with that character will pop down in a scroll menue. Naturally I had to put something bold there. Notice me.
Back to the purpose of this entry: American Beauty. So many thoughts immediately afterward, where do they all go? It's all so fleeting. But man they're all gone now. Amazing. Life, death, life, uh... ping pong ball makes noise from next room over. Fuck. I was going to write some thoughts I was enjoying. Going to relate it to a conversation with or concept of Rohky. Fuck I'm actually upset, fuck. I don't even want to make this entry now, the whole thing is a reminder of the forgotten, and this atrocious subject is a mockery of anything substantial. These adjectives, these words are all wasted because they're just talking about hwo they're not talking about anything, which is nothing new. One thing I can get out of this: As Long As I'm Singing, I think was the name of that song from that scene. Nice song. Unlike the freakishly obese lady working the CQ, chippering happily about kicking people off for not signing up for the computers and how much fun she had last night revoking privileges for 24 hours. I really want to kill people so badly. I don't even hate them, I'm not angry with them, I'm not even upset. I just want them to die, and recognize that for whatever tragic reasons nature is taking its sweet fucking time, so I should help it out. How much blood would that whale leak anyways? How much of fat is water, fat, and blood? If the blood content in fat is higher than the rest of the body, would a person with a high enough fat content be able to float themselves in a bathtub if bled out properly? That would depend on if fat could float itself in the situation, and if so then it'd totally be possible. And worth finding someone appropriate. Cool image that, a deflated body floating in a tub of its own blood, or fluids at all I suppose, that might work better. I heard dead bodies take a few hours to become boyant because they have to start decomposing so the bacteria can excrete gasses. Well several minutes of bullshitting (all serious though) and I still have no recollection of what the fuck I was going to write about. Insert further explatives here.
People actually read this. So strange. Well its still going to be riddled with typos and fragmented strands of nonsense. Then again that's probably why you're reading it. Freak.
How is it still day here? It's light out, well now it's pink and red out. Bright red into pinkish white clouds and then a baby blue sky. That's actually very nice. Yet does not change the fact that it isn't raining, which I completely expected come the end of the movie. It wasn't even raining at the very end. What the hell was the connection I was going to make with Rhoki? Spacy vs Angela? There is definitely hair on my arms. Thin, short black hairs running horizontally across tehtops of my forearms. And veins and lumps underneath. Hopefully not one in the same - lumpy veins sounds unhealthy. Well some of the theme, the sentiment is still there, even though the thoughts are gone. So I'm going to go dream.
Ha, people read this. Who made that random comment long ago? Was it that long ago? A month maybe. Please comment again, it was fun. Look you've got me all riled up. To lay down.
Back to the purpose of this entry: American Beauty. So many thoughts immediately afterward, where do they all go? It's all so fleeting. But man they're all gone now. Amazing. Life, death, life, uh... ping pong ball makes noise from next room over. Fuck. I was going to write some thoughts I was enjoying. Going to relate it to a conversation with or concept of Rohky. Fuck I'm actually upset, fuck. I don't even want to make this entry now, the whole thing is a reminder of the forgotten, and this atrocious subject is a mockery of anything substantial. These adjectives, these words are all wasted because they're just talking about hwo they're not talking about anything, which is nothing new. One thing I can get out of this: As Long As I'm Singing, I think was the name of that song from that scene. Nice song. Unlike the freakishly obese lady working the CQ, chippering happily about kicking people off for not signing up for the computers and how much fun she had last night revoking privileges for 24 hours. I really want to kill people so badly. I don't even hate them, I'm not angry with them, I'm not even upset. I just want them to die, and recognize that for whatever tragic reasons nature is taking its sweet fucking time, so I should help it out. How much blood would that whale leak anyways? How much of fat is water, fat, and blood? If the blood content in fat is higher than the rest of the body, would a person with a high enough fat content be able to float themselves in a bathtub if bled out properly? That would depend on if fat could float itself in the situation, and if so then it'd totally be possible. And worth finding someone appropriate. Cool image that, a deflated body floating in a tub of its own blood, or fluids at all I suppose, that might work better. I heard dead bodies take a few hours to become boyant because they have to start decomposing so the bacteria can excrete gasses. Well several minutes of bullshitting (all serious though) and I still have no recollection of what the fuck I was going to write about. Insert further explatives here.
People actually read this. So strange. Well its still going to be riddled with typos and fragmented strands of nonsense. Then again that's probably why you're reading it. Freak.
How is it still day here? It's light out, well now it's pink and red out. Bright red into pinkish white clouds and then a baby blue sky. That's actually very nice. Yet does not change the fact that it isn't raining, which I completely expected come the end of the movie. It wasn't even raining at the very end. What the hell was the connection I was going to make with Rhoki? Spacy vs Angela? There is definitely hair on my arms. Thin, short black hairs running horizontally across tehtops of my forearms. And veins and lumps underneath. Hopefully not one in the same - lumpy veins sounds unhealthy. Well some of the theme, the sentiment is still there, even though the thoughts are gone. So I'm going to go dream.
Ha, people read this. Who made that random comment long ago? Was it that long ago? A month maybe. Please comment again, it was fun. Look you've got me all riled up. To lay down.