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i love it when you actually live and life just proves to you in it's most kind and suddle fashion that you are doomed to repent and venge hateful anger upon thy time upon thee. i seriously think the most significantally important, relevant reason we live, most specifically me is to hopefully be witness to armegedon which i totally dont give a shit as to how it is properly spelled. you can go fuck yourself a lil bit roughly. it would truly be magnificent if we could enjoy a very bright end to our planet and all life forms except for the really small and obsolete, and although i don't qualify i can surely relate and root for. but no theres no real reason for this other than i always dread certain forthcomings and then just lose interest in life as a result and dont do anything drastic to support this reaction other than be gay with myself and have a gay ole live gayer J're. well isolation can be comfortable, and maybe perhaps me, but it's addictive and oppressive and preventative of everything against and i just noticed a rather big fly in my room and it's spring...