your entitled

the same thing every day, every hour. its all just the tick of a clock. nothing new, nothin old, just a nasty cycle with 24 nasty little hours to beat you down second by second.

its rather cold in here, cold enough to discomfort me. Not saying much, most things discomfort me.
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fuck i miss those lines, i havent used them in a long time, and i welcome their return with a parade with floats and clowns. YES clowns. the kind with knives and a thirst for blood (and gatoraid).

need mroe coffee.

much better, now back to what i was doing, which just happened to be a steaming load of nothing. nothing at all, i have nothing important to attend to, yet a haversack of things that are somewhat unimportant. i hate all this level 2 shit. the type of this that nobdy really cares about, but it needs to be done. mother fuck. i domnt even have anything to complain about. what happened to my sweet bitter side? its slowly diminsihed over the past months, and i dont know why. i must strive to get that back, it was the only thing that kept me happily insane.

-Demo