never have i experienced a more annoying chronic back ache than i have been enduring for the past two months
i think my body is trying to tell me something but i can't figure it the fuck out
when we used to write like this without full stops we were doing college papers on philosophy and the Horror Film
but now mostly we just reflect on life and how it has served and taught us well if we ponder on things and think on the things that made us who we are today
i am in a very happy place where my companion expresses the same dreams of growing old and raising offpsring pups who will become our best pals uhuhuhu
and when i look upon my life i am grateful for what it has become and what i am becoming even if i dont know what the fuck i am and what the fuck my back ache is about really
im still grateful, and im still excited, and im still yearning about the past present and future but in controlled doses because i cant type on here every day
one day i will get back my sister's Andrew Lang fairy tale books and draw the runaway horses again fucker
i have to relearn the more after the cut and destroy this ugly potty mouth habit