its not quite 3am, but fuck off for trying to prove me wrong. im a bit tired in the mind, a little sleepy in the eyes, and a tad hugry in the soul. A large chunk of my spirit left me quite some time back, yet i feel it slowly regaining strength, like a snowball on a murder corse of destruction.
my eyes hurts bit right now, as if there were a frenchman with a harpoon gun hunting the insides of my head. that fucking guy, he never knows when to give up, but he'll never catch me lucky charms... NEVER.
perhaps my brain is back the way it needs to be. perhaps things will begin to rejoin themselves, like the last level in REZ. i move into my new place in a matter of days... no point, just me being happy inside. DONT I GET TO BE HAPPY EVER?!?! WHY THE FUCK DO YOU ALWAYS TELL ME WHAT TO DO, OR HOW TO BE!?!? *whew* that felt nice.
i really wish i could go to bed, im tired everywhere but the inner depths of my mind. the little 8 armed man that drives my thinking bits wont stop doing his thing. my threats go unnoticed... perhaps its time... time to turn to nyQuil. it always kicks me in the nuts until i pass out. everyone should have a friend so kind. a friend not afraid to kick you in the nuts until your brain is floating in a pool of its own bloodness. ok, time for bed. im going to try some zen ass-kickery on myself, perhaps i can pull a mind tendon.
-Demo
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