Tomorrow is my flight to Paris (14 hours- urp).
More later.


Emoku: A Fine Satirical ArtMy life is a hole, Void, empty, without matter. My knives are stained red.Emoku: A Fine Satirical Art
Nobody loves me, I am alone in this world. No one understands.
I hate everything, Thou speakest my final words, As I rot... alone.
I have no future, My life has no direction. Inside, I am dead.


WriteNow entryThree things woke Justin up every morning: the noise his father made as he cooked breakfast in the kitchen, the smell of bacon as it drifted up the stairs towards him, and the sound of the country and western music that he listened to as he scrambled eggs and brewed his coffee. He had never needed an alarm clock, those three things happening in unison at seven o’clock were enough to drag him from his bed, wondering what the day ahead might have in store for him.WriteNow entry
And so it came as quite a surprise to him to wake up one morning at 8:15 to hear no noise from anywhere in the house. In fact as he lay there staring at the ceiling, the
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"People always keep saying "hey listen to my ring tone" and I say "I really don't want to" but they play it for you anyway....It's enough to make you wanna grab their phone and cram it up their cancer ridden arses"
One of my many jaded rantings.
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Anata no tame no kono inochi
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E-Row : Best by Far!
The Ohio State University
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But who shall dwell in these worlds
if they be inhabited?...
Are we or they the Lords of the World?...
And how are all things made for man?
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