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Stupid ******* idiots saying stupid ******* things. Spit flies from flapping gums spewing up unresolved equations to unremembered problems...it all flutters about amongst other absences of thought. Speech and wording corrosive to the ear as volume beats out the drum. Love, or its absence, held as the sole theme for soulless thought, all as teen angst is misinterpreted as teen spirit... god it smells like **** Talking now without any recognition of borrowed phrasing and copyrighted conclusions. Why must they continue spouting irrelevancies to a grouping of irrelevants? So tired now...time to quit writing in pen...need to learn to mimic, tracing poor thoughts in crayon
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Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 3:15 PM UTC
Convolution (Yes This Is About You)
Stupid ******* idiots saying stupid ******* things. Spit flies from flapping gums spewing up unresolved equations to unremembered problems...it all flutters about amongst other absences of thought. Speech and wording corrosive to the ear as volume beats out the drum. Love, or its absence, held as the sole theme for soulless thought, all as teen angst is misinterpreted as teen spirit... god it smells like **** Talking now without any recognition of borrowed phrasing and copyrighted conclusions. Why must they continue spouting irrelevancies to a grouping of irrelevants? So tired now...time to quit writing in pen...need to learn to mimic, tracing poor thoughts in crayon
charles-lutwidge-dodgson
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Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 3:15 PM UTC
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