finding the exit
i'm concerned. not about this or that or this or that, no! i'm much more concerned about the fact that i already forgot what i was concerned about since i wasted the last few minutes of my life with using the internet to find pictures of stuff i'm not concerned about. but that's not a real trouble, my dear reader. i mean, hey! if i can't remember anything about the sorrow and pain inspiring me to update this site (again) i can definitely invent something to make you all believe that i'm the most clever creature in the world. life would be much easier if we could all name our demons and bane them, right? oh... bane... reminds me to that tabula rasa guys... where is my fucking price for the fucking writing contest, eh? anyway... i'm concerned about the lack of paragraphs. who will read that? or... even more spookier: who will write that? questions of questions of questions.
any other news?
this place? no.
valley of angels? no.
me, myself and i? yes.
asylum? yes.
ryam, over and out.
any other news?
this place? no.
valley of angels? no.
me, myself and i? yes.
asylum? yes.
ryam, over and out.