two updates in one day somehow seems wrong

But I'll do it anyway.

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dat is a rate gud poetry rite thar i no


I know know I woke up to do something, but balls if I can remember. I guess I'll rant about Aquaman in the meantime.

George Washington CHRIST, I can't stand all of the internet memes Aquaman uses. Ugghghghghhh, I mean, maybe a few every now and then, okay fine, but almost nonstop and in that annoying "omg so cutesy kawaii ^__^" voice? No, no I don't think so sir. I'm really close to just snapping at herhim, which I'm sure is v. obvious. Ughhh. Like... I keep feeling really shitty for trying to "show off" my comic or wtfe to you, as though I'm being too pushy or something, but I hope I'm not as bad as Aquaman. Also, whenever I say ANYTHING s/he doesn't hear, s/he HAS TO KNOW what I was talking about. Jesus child raping Christ, butt out, srsly. Uuiuughghhfdghgjk.


I'm so glad I woke up just now to write all that. Totally. Even though I have to do a lot of shit tomorrow before we drive to Chicago to pick up Are. ... whoops. :3;

... and their tanks and their bombs and their bombs and their bombs and their-

Huh, you know, maybe a super happy visage is a lot better than super emo. Or maybe I'll become a pretentious, snarky asshole.

I had something relevant to say here, I can't really recall it though. Uh huh.
All I can imagine for drawing is incredibly trippy/nonsensical bullshit, none of which is really worth keeping but, you know, fun? I guess. I can't think, I'm tired.

TETRAGRAMMATON

HEY SORRY I'M REALLY NOT INTERESTING.

Really really what do you wannnt from meeeee. Automatic writing is all I can do fff.
Also listening to a really trippy song, yo.

The Postscript

Entire nations shall fall before me when I march forward.
I only wish for one to stand after it all is over.

Loneliness is a sorry thing.

Oh Perilous World

"Oh, you perilous garden, forever dying.."

Hmm. I cannot fathom how deeply (fathoms, depth, the sea et cetera et cetera) meaningless most of what I have to say is. Which really isn't true. I know just how pointless all of this is first-hand, which is, of course, to be expected. Knees up scraped up down back forth what am I saying, it really was the postscript all along.

Hey, I don't need to make sense(???). I mean, what do you want? What do I write when I can't imagine what to say and nothing makes sense and existentialism is abundant in the face of absurdity. Murmurs which flicker through the walls aren't truly whispered but shouted, and definition is turned around. Do we need this? Do you know what happens when entropy becomes the law and silence is impossible? True silence is just as deafening as the blood brass sounds, you know all too well. "As do I," said Swan, a sentiment which marked his downfall. Bedwarmer bedwarmer bedwarmer on cold nights did unCrow call him forward, which Stoat was quick to use against him.
Something to amuse yourself with, when dreary days grow all the shorter, leading to thick, black nights, decadent claustrophobia drawn from the velvet curtains.


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Okat, I really don't know what I should say, but I'm gonna break into this thing now I guess..

... or not, tonight isn't any good for writing, I keep getting distracted in being unhappy. Oooo surprising, I know. I should be writing my FOS paper, which was due LAST Friday, but.. I'm lazy. So instead I'm drawing some stupid picture of my characters, who are all a bunch of angry bitches who just need to get laid. I.. wish I was kidding.