Violins make me cry? I wish I could play a violin I probably could I learned to play everything else but not a harp I always wanted to play a harp but they always made me play a ****ing flute....I still can play it and I remember playing it but all I want to do is stay up all night when I'm like this but I'm crazy when I don't sleep and I see things and it's not funny or all that weird, can you believe it? Hello hello hello

Why must I be in another love triangle once again? Why not go for broke and turn this bad boy into a love hexagon? Spaghetti and meatballs never tasted so good when you are pining after someone that is in love with someone else that doesn't feel the same way they do about them. I know that she can do better. Ben and Jerrys will rule the day once again.

Sometimes I think that I love things just for the sake of loving them, and that maybe I just am in love with loving things. Like, outside of human life, I can value stupid **** just as much as anything else, and you can't put a value on human life, unless you can monetize emotions. I don't even know what I mean by that. Maybe it's to do with currency in your own head, and there actually being a structure where it can't reign supreme. Money ruins everything. Just ask Steve Jobs. He'll tell you he loves money, that rat bastard.

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hair metal can you smell the rat's ass? cos heaven is hell and all things in between you know you might end up in purgatory but you can't work your way out of it unlike the Divine Comedy then again you just might sniff a bit of Satan's backside isn't it aromatic like he hasn't wiped his ass after he crapped tell me now does Lucifer appeal to you? because he should as seeing you're a rebel without a cause much like the Jester in his red jacket like Don Mclean in american pie, would you pork a pie? of course you would

These thougths are coming out unprocessed, therefore the time that they take to engender themselves into senselessness will come sooner rather than later. the printer glares as I make it print a twelve page report and I read over it for typos and the floor freezes my toes. the glass on the table is full of some alcohol that i don't know but i drink not knowing why what is in it is hurting me. I see the time fly closer and the time shall up be soon.