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Elvis has left the building. I'd give anything to fuck something right now. Something besides my hand or you know, an inanimate object. I'm kinda bored with that. I mean, I've not beenin an inanimate object yet, but that'll probably happen sooner or later. I'm kinda miserably lonely. I hate these stupid moods. I wonder if I'll be happy and less lonely when my band is famous. I wonder if that will ever happen. If I have one dream that doesn't fall through or turn to utter shit I hope that's it. Dreams fall through to utter shit way too much. Everything looks really super duper and then it turns out to fucking suck. Fuck you. I'm going to jerk off.