i've got it bad, doc.
tick tock, tick tock.

you're still not it.

it's time to get reconnected to my youth.

and shit.

if it's too loud then you're too old...

this coast gets lonely

mostly late at night

but not only late at night

can we be honest here?

i mean, not REALLY honest, but just honest enough to make ourselves feel borderline-human...

you know exactly why i'm doing this.

stop pretending.
(no really.)

... and you're doing this for exactly the same reason i'm doing this.

i am convinced

that fruit flies

are actually the lost souls

of mischievous

middle schoolers.

"rage, rage, rage against the dying of the light."

might as well rage against gravity or centrifugal force...

i prefer "keep laughing, for fuck's sake. it won't change a damn thing, but you'll probably feel a little bit better."

anonymous forums (and/or borderline-anonymous forums) are underrated.

i'm thigh-deep in alone.

i'm mostly okay with it.

my precedented run of mediocrity continues unabated...

i've got no dukes.