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"The thought is merely a sign, as the word is merely a sign for the thought."
-Friedrich Nietzsche
I wonder if I atleast have the capacity to be completely honest on this medium. I even lie to journals; astonishing.
Granted, I wrote those when I was around eight.
I think I like this experiment.
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going to look at puppies with the girlfriend.
fuck the rain. I wanna longboard. I hate it when I speak too quickly and longboard sounds like “lawnmower.”
I don’t want to live in the south. I wanna live out west, with massive hills and roads that go on forever.
ever since suchi posted that one picture of a vehicle-less LA I’ve reveled in the idea of using my longboard to get everywhere, which would be a cinch without all the damn cars. more fun too.
You’re welcomezorz.
I aimlessly wander.
Philander and squander. Ponder over yonder with my condor.
Philander with my men.
Squander with my yen.
Ponder over yonder; zen.
My condor is my ballpoint pen.
Jesus…look at how artistic I’ve been.
Some songs make me make emoticon style slanty faces.
I don’t think I like change.
I don’t even like thinking about change that other people have to go through. My chest gets all tight just knowing that they’d do anything possible to keep any semblance of how things are just…supposed to be.
I don’t understand how anyone could go from caring about anything so intently to being ready to let go completely. I don’t know. My heart hurts.
I think I am going back to Atlanta tomorrow. Athens makes me hurt.
Atlanta just has me braced. Has my guard up.
OH SHIT NICk
I”M ON UR TUMBLRZ.
POSTING A TEXT POST.
DAAAAUGHHAAHAH.
Nick, I think someone was logged in as you or something.
