The cappuccino i currently sip on isn't quite as bitter as i wished. Its hardly worth writing about but that seems to be a universal rule to interesting literature. (if you feel so obligated to besmirch the prestige of the word in comparison to what im doing here. which i do.)
A not-so-recent trend of mine is to ignore my duties of updating this site with mostly belligerent, sometimes tasteful mind vomit. The unfortunate truth is that i have nothing to write about. I find it easy (almost necessary) to write about downtrodden and blight, however i find it in short supply these days. It seems i am happy.
I came to this conclusion a few days ago, and upon realizing this ridicules string of facts, i became frustrated and wanted to write about it. Its an interesting idea to which i feel i need more time to consider before i can truly articulate the circus-like fucked situation i have woven for myself.
If i do not update within 24 hours, it means i am truly happy in life, and for this, you should shed a tear.
-Demo
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Strife is where you look for it.
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