Finally; I can see that this is more than just amusing

inchingslowlycloserclaustrophobictimeframesmakingmefeelREALLYFUCKINGSTRESSED
sentences become feelings, feeling a sort of way of life, living, pursuit of happiness-

it's not a sham just because you don't believe in it.

turning the page.,.
"impotent rage"
ok, faulkner. let me tear a page from your book

plagiarize: not limited to words printed on paper.

piecing together fragments of bullshit masquerading as brilliance,a
ants moving in tight formation, becoming the exclamation point at the top of the ant hill,b
where is this mountain we've supposedly built,c
i can't see over this mound of fucking dirt,d
tell me there's a reason to be here because sugar ain't that sweet and i'll be damned if i'm going to harvest something i can't even taste,
e.
nding up becoming what I'm not? what I'll never be:
1. African American
2. Terribly witty
3. Next to you

...so is THAT what this is all about? again?

rapport, rampart, rap artists with gold teeth spilling ink upon pages about tricks and trades and money and fame, with their money on their skin and in their bones, within their bone there lies the thoughts plural of greatness of validation of belonging of possibly degenerative drug decay defecation defeating, delight at the thought of the new bass kick the new flow the new rhyme right wrong wither rather, would you?

lisa kudrow IS blonde, faggot

DEAD LINE

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currently: wondering what I'm going to write a 5 page paper about. due in like 7 hours. whOOps.
i'm performing by myself again soon. i really need to practice and sleep.
annendum: dear god I hate snoring so much. hoooooly shit

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Lately, I've been having a lot of dreams lately where, at some point, I find myself eating meat. I'm not quite sure how or why the situation always seems to demand it, but I immediately bite into whatever it is and IMMEDIATELY regret it. And I say to myself the same line:
"What the fuck, did I seriously just do that?"
Every single time.
Sometimes I try to spit it out, sometimes I continue to eat. But every single time I vividly feel that regret. I can see the texture of the bitten meat, the blood, the color, the defeat. It's very strange.
And it has been happening like a few times a week at least.
What