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Quarantine's posts with tag: sack of poo
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*recalling events of the "todays" of "yesterday"*
Things like these always start out small. You never really know what's going to happen in the beginning because everything is barenaked before your aching eyes. to YOUR eyes that is.. Other people could at their least see things in a different light maybe darker or a lighter shade than what you think. Then when you blink its all gone...or atleast you hope so...Tough luck things like these dont really just dissapear like *poof!* it became coco crunch or like the song "Pop Goes The Weasel". I'm not a perfect man,brother,boyfriend or friend. Don't expect me to lather you in oil or spread butter all over your pretty and delightful apparatus. I am WEAKer than coffee without caffeine, stronger than a dry mint cookie that doesnt exist.
*i stop a moment to look at the mirror...*
in a second i can learn you and unlearn you back in a wink..the problem is the learning part isnt as easy..i wish i'd go into a coma..its not much different to my life right now...living your lives with eyes tightly shut..everything else makes too much sense at the same time it leaves us all slack jawed waiting for the end of the world for our stupidity.
*i rub my eye for the sake of scratching*
Why? What exactly is this for? Why are you reading this? Chances are youre BORED..no wait....this isnt about you...its about me and I...I AM BORED...and not just bored...bored to the point of involuntary salivation and widespread procrastination...BORED to the poison extent of self-pity and mindless babble of all the mundane events i've collected through my so called journey. NOPE...im not being consistent here...Well that is the case..inconsistency..sometimes i can break my own barriers and mess up everything i've worked so hard to establish..But the only thing i hold high against my self is my other self waiting for a blank second left for a former critic...
I talk to much...GOODNIGHT..
*slaps himself on the right cheek just to end this meaningless entry*
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