::NED Archive::

today is going to be a long day. i have a managers meeting right now.

i was pulled over this morning. but its ok, because last night i fell asleep reading JTHM, and this morning, when i woke up i thirsted for the 9th. so now, sitting in front of my terminal like some dope fiend with my awake tea listening to the 9th, i will write...

My brain literally fucking hurts. i dont even know what to say anymore, i know everyone is taking everything personal, but fuck it. i think im done trying to make things better, yes, i did post something last night that totally destroyed the conversation, and im proud that i do have the power to destroy lives, but i take my words back. i revoke my action because it screwed a friend that i enjoy having as a compodre. so to this i say "throw your rolies in the sky, wave em side to side, n keep em held high" - biggie

now for the fun

FUCK! HERE IT IS AGAIN. this blasted today thing, it creeps into my brain every fucking day, mocking me like some sort of imp sitting on my shoulder sent from the pits of hell to amuse someone other than myself with torment. My brain leeks with placid torment. why do you care, why do you continue to read my filth. im back, the witty beaver is back. i took a vacation from you fucking people to try and sort things out, but i couldnt. its like that one thing. FUCK! its over, im going to end it all. im going to push the bright red button that says "fuck you world" and kill......... A GOAT in the name of my mouse pad. oh BLESSED mouse pad o doom, where would i be without you.

sometimes when it itches, i scratch it. my momma told me not o scratch it, 'cause itll never heal if i do. but i cant help myself. it itches, and i have to know why. waht makes this filthy wound itch?!

THE FUCKING TOASTER WONT STOP SCREAMING! i frightens me, even after hitting it with a bat, it still screams. its getting to the point where i cant see reality anymore. i know its here somewhere, probably right under my nose, but i cant seem to find it. i constantly loose it. MAYBE UNDER YOU? GET UP! ARE YOU SITTING ON IT! the moon has it, the moon is sitting on my reality and he doesnt care. nobody cares. the road to my mind is paved with uncertainty and yellow bricks. the munchkins are gonna steal your wallet! fuck! RUN!

-WiTty THEHHHEEEE BEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVEVEVEVEVEVRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"grr"