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Reading an art magazine and Jason Goes to Hell is on in the background, I cannot really get anymore satisfyingly pretentious. The day is softly leaving me now and I don’t really see much point in being so cryptic, as some people might like to do. I have found that I reuse a lot of words. I wonder what that means. They come in waves. I’ll use a word over and over and then drop it. Sometimes I will make up words and use them for a time. This movie is god-awful but I can’t seem to get off the couch. So to the keyboard I roam, the path to corporeal transcendence. As is above, so below, as the saying goes. And I stand between with my machine. Ting Teting ting Teting ting Teting ting I’ve found that I’ve come to be blessed by the Thing And I Ring! and I Ring! and I Sing and I Sing! For the courage counter-culture creature torture Sold for sport I have a dog his name is brady Ugh. stop already maybe There is nothing you can do there is nothing you can do are we permanently stuck here?
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC
Just Plain Bored
Reading an art magazine and Jason Goes to Hell is on in the background, I cannot really get anymore satisfyingly pretentious. The day is softly leaving me now and I don’t really see much point in being so cryptic, as some people might like to do. I have found that I reuse a lot of words. I wonder what that means. They come in waves. I’ll use a word over and over and then drop it. Sometimes I will make up words and use them for a time. This movie is god-awful but I can’t seem to get off the couch. So to the keyboard I roam, the path to corporeal transcendence. As is above, so below, as the saying goes. And I stand between with my machine. Ting Teting ting Teting ting Teting ting I’ve found that I’ve come to be blessed by the Thing And I Ring! and I Ring! and I Sing and I Sing! For the courage counter-culture creature torture Sold for sport I have a dog his name is brady Ugh. stop already maybe There is nothing you can do there is nothing you can do are we permanently stuck here?
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC
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