Past. Present. Future. Time isn't relavint to me, ever. What seemed to be this turned to be that. I'm not enclosed as usual, out their for everyone to see, now. An unknown presence; sometimes I just hate compliments. Wow? The part of my writing that makes sense died yesterday... 'Cause I killed him... yes I did. But my brethren Hades can bring his soul back to me. I'm making a guess that this is just a system of vents that are filled with the aroma of random and silly and serious and well...complex, thoughts.
1.That song, that song that song that song! It won't leave me alone now matter how hard I try to push it away and out of my head... Out of my head you, you, you, you ugly butt-face!
2. I hate this headache I want to punch the wall really really hard!
3. I'm screaming inside...
4. You can never look at a glass half full, it is always both half full and half empty...
5. The media can exagerate my life in ways but I don't watch the news much...
6. Just one more thought....
7. Next post: from my notebook, every thing after this is from my notebook...
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1.That song, that song that song that song! It won't leave me alone now matter how hard I try to push it away and out of my head... Out of my head you, you, you, you ugly butt-face!
2. I hate this headache I want to punch the wall really really hard!
3. I'm screaming inside...
4. You can never look at a glass half full, it is always both half full and half empty...
5. The media can exagerate my life in ways but I don't watch the news much...
6. Just one more thought....
7. Next post: from my notebook, every thing after this is from my notebook...
7.
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