fin

FUCK

i was wrong. tomorrow came and went, and now yesterday seems like forever ago. It seems i've lost the insanity i once charisised so god damn mu8chy. I need to regain what once was mine. My friends are all in boxes, and i assume have had their hand in my lost grip of the etended reaches of my mind, so i shall unleesh them out of fear of becoming normal. Perhaps them, my army of delicate soldiers, will reform my brainmeats. One can only hope.

Today i build. Hopfully i can construct a working NED for to keep track of my plans. I need a place to scribble my thoughts, and it seems the old NED lay in ruins. It has been re-built to many times, and requires a complete ground up type go. This will be the last post on the old site, as i need to motivate myself, and coffee + beethoven will only take me so far.

Thus the site.

"I have never thought of writing for reputation and honor. What I have in my heart must come out; that is the reason why I compose." - Beethoven