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Everlasting Solitude, I'm autointoxicating oneself. But is it my fault?
I have to prepare mentally for the next chain of events. Now that's sad. Sadder than Saddam. Gear up on the inside. Some time for my self-esteem bar to recharge. I'd rather be dead than cool.
But the hair cell diagrams....The little alien sperm things. Jumps out to me. Y'know the way pictures of people/ photos always seem to look at you? And people always resort to paranormal explanations? Maybe it's because we're looking at them. So they look back. No I mean, we make eye contact. Therefore we are looking at them and vice versa.
Right then. Say "Rumplestiltsken" 3 times in front of a broken mirror and a lit candle, and the DARPA cheif will come and Yoda's hook too. Whisked away into the black emptyness of people you do not know. Potentially. In our ignorant ways, we see strangers as bad. Possibly linked with change.
Heh. I know morbid or what. The dull greyness of my bland personality can only be equaled by the monotonous skies above, that keep me from being as good as I'm gonna be. Instills purpose and pesimistic roles for people to bleed about.
"She makes herself sick worrying about you..."
Is that statement sick/ worrying/ or just in a creepy way, heart-warming. Would you like that? A person who cares so much that she actually harms herself. By sheer thought of badness coming to you, her immune system overloads and is linked with emotion. Prooving AIDS comes to sad people (Heh, I liked that). That isn't love. It's the times we life in. People stress so much. About anything. If it's gotta downside, her white blood cells are zapped just molestering the thought.
It puts the person she's thinking about in an unhealthy and unfair position. Is it loving you too much? Bringing upon illness because of you? Or is it genuinely a loving gesture?
Loving my ass. Only in the Addams Family would that statement bring about praise.
It's quite selfish and attention seeking. Bringing that up in an arguement. It would win any.
"I make my self sick worrying about you."
SO! You....*feck, she cares about me and hurts herself trying*
Egg-Zack-Lee
It comes back to the idea of co-dependancy. Or maybe I go on about that too much.
My skids have undies. Yep. Read it an weep.
Me = Bored Bored, boy.
Make what you will, I'm just thinking an stuff. About absolutely nothing which is a waste.
I have to prepare mentally for the next chain of events. Now that's sad. Sadder than Saddam. Gear up on the inside. Some time for my self-esteem bar to recharge. I'd rather be dead than cool.
But the hair cell diagrams....The little alien sperm things. Jumps out to me. Y'know the way pictures of people/ photos always seem to look at you? And people always resort to paranormal explanations? Maybe it's because we're looking at them. So they look back. No I mean, we make eye contact. Therefore we are looking at them and vice versa.
Right then. Say "Rumplestiltsken" 3 times in front of a broken mirror and a lit candle, and the DARPA cheif will come and Yoda's hook too. Whisked away into the black emptyness of people you do not know. Potentially. In our ignorant ways, we see strangers as bad. Possibly linked with change.
Heh. I know morbid or what. The dull greyness of my bland personality can only be equaled by the monotonous skies above, that keep me from being as good as I'm gonna be. Instills purpose and pesimistic roles for people to bleed about.
"She makes herself sick worrying about you..."
Is that statement sick/ worrying/ or just in a creepy way, heart-warming. Would you like that? A person who cares so much that she actually harms herself. By sheer thought of badness coming to you, her immune system overloads and is linked with emotion. Prooving AIDS comes to sad people (Heh, I liked that). That isn't love. It's the times we life in. People stress so much. About anything. If it's gotta downside, her white blood cells are zapped just molestering the thought.
It puts the person she's thinking about in an unhealthy and unfair position. Is it loving you too much? Bringing upon illness because of you? Or is it genuinely a loving gesture?
Loving my ass. Only in the Addams Family would that statement bring about praise.
It's quite selfish and attention seeking. Bringing that up in an arguement. It would win any.
"I make my self sick worrying about you."
SO! You....*feck, she cares about me and hurts herself trying*
Egg-Zack-Lee
It comes back to the idea of co-dependancy. Or maybe I go on about that too much.
My skids have undies. Yep. Read it an weep.
Me = Bored Bored, boy.
Make what you will, I'm just thinking an stuff. About absolutely nothing which is a waste.
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Yup.
What is it about? Me don't know.
Me knows it was worth it though.
*Goes down like a horny teenager/ humpback whale to catch squidy in search of FFF's non-religion texties*
I had to use both of them metphors/ similies. Smile.
What is it about? Me don't know.
Me knows it was worth it though.
*Goes down like a horny teenager/ humpback whale to catch squidy in search of FFF's non-religion texties*
I had to use both of them metphors/ similies. Smile.
A pointless scrawl is the best of them all.
Floating, flickering, between vague connections.
Floating, flickering, between vague connections.
Must there be a point?
Was there a point to it, even?
You write some unusual jigsaws.
So is everything these days.
THAT WOULD BE AN ECUMENICAL MATTER!
Everlasting Solitude, I'm autointoxicating oneself. But is it my fault?
I have to prepare mentally for the next chain of events. Now that's sad. Sadder than Saddam. Gear up on the inside. Some time for my self-esteem bar to recharge. I'd rather be dead than cool.
But the hair cell diagrams....The little alien sperm things. Jumps out to me. Y'know the way pictures of people/ photos always seem to look at you? And people always resort to paranormal explanations? Maybe it's because we're looking at them. So they look back. No I mean, we make eye contact. Therefore we are looking at them and vice versa.
Right then. Say "Rumplestiltsken" 3 times in front of a broken mirror and a lit candle, and the DARPA cheif will come and Yoda's hook too. Whisked away into the black emptyness of people you do not know. Potentially. In our ignorant ways, we see strangers as bad. Possibly linked with change.
Heh. I know morbid or what. The dull greyness of my bland personality can only be equaled by the monotonous skies above, that keep me from being as good as I'm gonna be. Instills purpose and pesimistic roles for people to bleed about.
"She makes herself sick worrying about you..."
Is that statement sick/ worrying/ or just in a creepy way, heart-warming. Would you like that? A person who cares so much that she actually harms herself. By sheer thought of badness coming to you, her immune system overloads and is linked with emotion. Prooving AIDS comes to sad people (Heh, I liked that). That isn't love. It's the times we life in. People stress so much. About anything. If it's gotta downside, her white blood cells are zapped just molestering the thought.
It puts the person she's thinking about in an unhealthy and unfair position. Is it loving you too much? Bringing upon illness because of you? Or is it genuinely a loving gesture?
Loving my ass. Only in the Addams Family would that statement bring about praise.
It's quite selfish and attention seeking. Bringing that up in an arguement. It would win any.
"I make my self sick worrying about you."
SO! You....*feck, she cares about me and hurts herself trying*
Egg-Zack-Lee
It comes back to the idea of co-dependancy. Or maybe I go on about that too much.
My skids have undies. Yep. Read it an weep.
Me = Bored Bored, boy.
Make what you will, I'm just thinking an stuff. About absolutely nothing which is a waste.
I have to prepare mentally for the next chain of events. Now that's sad. Sadder than Saddam. Gear up on the inside. Some time for my self-esteem bar to recharge. I'd rather be dead than cool.
But the hair cell diagrams....The little alien sperm things. Jumps out to me. Y'know the way pictures of people/ photos always seem to look at you? And people always resort to paranormal explanations? Maybe it's because we're looking at them. So they look back. No I mean, we make eye contact. Therefore we are looking at them and vice versa.
Right then. Say "Rumplestiltsken" 3 times in front of a broken mirror and a lit candle, and the DARPA cheif will come and Yoda's hook too. Whisked away into the black emptyness of people you do not know. Potentially. In our ignorant ways, we see strangers as bad. Possibly linked with change.
Heh. I know morbid or what. The dull greyness of my bland personality can only be equaled by the monotonous skies above, that keep me from being as good as I'm gonna be. Instills purpose and pesimistic roles for people to bleed about.
"She makes herself sick worrying about you..."
Is that statement sick/ worrying/ or just in a creepy way, heart-warming. Would you like that? A person who cares so much that she actually harms herself. By sheer thought of badness coming to you, her immune system overloads and is linked with emotion. Prooving AIDS comes to sad people (Heh, I liked that). That isn't love. It's the times we life in. People stress so much. About anything. If it's gotta downside, her white blood cells are zapped just molestering the thought.
It puts the person she's thinking about in an unhealthy and unfair position. Is it loving you too much? Bringing upon illness because of you? Or is it genuinely a loving gesture?
Loving my ass. Only in the Addams Family would that statement bring about praise.
It's quite selfish and attention seeking. Bringing that up in an arguement. It would win any.
"I make my self sick worrying about you."
SO! You....*feck, she cares about me and hurts herself trying*
Egg-Zack-Lee
It comes back to the idea of co-dependancy. Or maybe I go on about that too much.
My skids have undies. Yep. Read it an weep.
Me = Bored Bored, boy.
Make what you will, I'm just thinking an stuff. About absolutely nothing which is a waste.
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