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I'm writing again. It works to just put headphones on, put it on a song that you really like and write whatever comes to mind. Here's what I got when I was listening to Juliana Theory's "Into the Dark":


"No one offered me their hand as I fell into the hole again. I could not find anyone to save me that time, as I did so many times. He was gone. He, who perhaps was never there, was gone. I flailed and fluorished in my misery, becoming handicap; stuck in a dark robe of defeat. No one thought to save the youth. I left with a premature maturity."

Dark. Dark. Dark. I'm in a dark mood. I'm going to be going to a monster truck rally soon. Woopty woo for me. And then after that, maybe I'll go pole-dancing. Sure, then I'll meet up with Vince and we'll have dinner. "Premature maturity"...words to describe millions of people. Who am i to say? Today I'm not feeling sharp. My wit is blunt. ARGH. Damnit.