i regret today.

bad day.

so, the strings of this year are getting knotted together. i've got more than enough objects of concern and/or dismay to feed the all-inclusive population's universal psyche, and my priorities are out of whack. i'm exercising almost every day. i'm trying to eat in good health (although the amount of crap i eat outbalances the good i inhale.) and i'm starting to become conscious that i shouldn't be so slipshod in regards my short term memory, it's a very precious thing.
is it utterly incredulous to avow that i'm happier when i'm miserable? when i let things pry me open, or i let acts of melancholy sweep my state of mind. the decree that shall remain anonymous from 2005-2007 still lingers about me, i almost miss it. that's why i've assumed myself zany.
sometimes there exists not a single thread of joie de vivre. sometimes the strings i've pulled this year haunt me.
you constantly hear people gripe about something missing from their life and they can't put their finger on it and i hate to swamp myself into this pathetic majority of humanity, as luck would have it, i cannot refuse to empathize with them. so often i try to calculate the beginnings of something, but i find myself tripping over factors of no great concern, getting distracted by the greatly looked down upon bullshit.
basically, i've lost something i once possessed, a certain type of mentality.

or, maybe i'm just a crezze fool.

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i lost my hat.

i hate it when little kids have juice stains on their mouths.
i hate it when a person takes years to get into the turn lane.
i hate it when people wear fruity scented deodorant.
i hate it when itunes doesn't have the track listing for a cd.
^but that's a lie, because i secretly like typing the information in.

i love it when i see animals pick at the ground after it rains.
i love it when i'm on the other side of somebody washing windows/car washes count.
i love it when anybody uses the word 'supine'.
i love it when i get to type in a cd's information on itunes.
^ but that's a lie, because secretly i'm a lazy person who just likes one click things.

it's true.

i love myself.


my gidget when she was a baby.

aw man.

added one more thing to my agenda.

tar.

need it.

she stepped inside the dangling portrait, there was simply nothing she could do.
sometimes there exists a cutting blade tickling the tender niblets of skin on their arms. and they exist for the reason that remains solo: duty. Pulling the reigns of reality can screw you over sometimes. Y'KNOMESAYIN'? yeah, just go ahead and let the strings of cancer infiltrate your precious organs. and for what reason? satisfaction? that's dreadful. she's sorry you have nothing to live for; no soul who appreciates the way your day went; no bit of dust bummed over the unfortune it contains of being held back from landing on your weak shoulder. such a statement for a fleck of dust?
you'd be surprised.
She stepped
Inside The Dangling
portraiT, therE waS simplY nothinG shE coulD dO.
what if we reversed half the set things we do?
just a thought,.

i'm so k00l. be my friend.

1. whilst the army remained on the shore, lusting for war.

2. great scott, watson! what a fool i've been!

3. that's just what you do, y'know? that's just what you do.

4. morning sickness taste like communion wine.

5. i would not be thy executioner.

6. constellations are wastin' away.

7. drinking in the light.

8. gazing at the midnight sky.

9. what do you mean how do i know?

10. t'was his adulterous bride the reason behind that ill-fated war.

too many people, not enough hearts.

feel bad for people with:
kankles
stretch marks (that's me, on my knees)
double chins
armpit fat
no butt

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