Harsh, maybe.

But the fluttering scrips and scraps as the calloused fingers of the Russian advertisers clambering over almost silent posters-their victims' faint, sorrowful sighs wheezing out as their spam-driven detractors hurtle over their quiet pleading to slam another hyperlink into the comments of a completely unrelated post-all but seal the ( Read more... )

 I've endeavored to reread every last entry I've posted on this journal.  This isn't so much because of a self-deprecatory desire to see how much effort I used to put into writing--my wrath isn't nearly so entertaining these days, since I've calmed down and become relatively sane--so much as an amelioration to the perplexity I have towards the ( Read more... )

Also, it appears that, in a bid to appease the grammatically incompetent demographic of people who feel that their intentional bastardization of correct punctuation is an outpouring of their limp-wristed artistic expression, Livejournal has deemed fit to remove the double spaces in between sentences when posting with the HTML editor ( Read more... )

It is with a dispassionate sort of trepidation that I realize that my various psychological maladies have endeavored, since my ill-fated night with a blitzkrieg of beer and sleeping pills, to manifest psychosomatic symptoms, rather than the comfortably familiar emotional ones.

Truly, throughout the last eight months my fears of a dreaded ( Read more... )

Cowardice became me ( Read more... )

If it wasn't already apparent by now, I've no intention of updating this journal again. Ever.

Have a nice life, goodbye, yadayada.

The lit cigarette in my hand grasped desperately for purchase between my apathetic fingers. My forearms ached from the constant pressure of the slender metal railing supporting them, though I'd only been leaning on it for less than a minute. My friend and roommate Mike stood near me, staring into the same sparsely mountainous horizon as I did. ( Read more... )

( I wrote this two years ago. )

Alright, guys, lemme be straight with you all. I'm a solipsist, through and through. 9 times out of 10, I'll post emoness not for your attention, but to remind myself later that I do, in fact, still retain some aspect of my humanity that allows me to feel. In the rare occasions that I'll draw something, and the even rarer occasions that I post ( Read more... )

Moments like this are really the only reason to ever keep up on the news.

If you'll excuse me, I must go and begin my training as a ninja crime fighter, now.

Edit: And when I come back from training as a ninja, I'm going to kill everyone at soulbonding. Ultra, you have now convinced me to never read anything, for fear that it will be soulbonding. Srsly.

"In recent ( Read more... )