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It’s probably a misconception that I’m a metal head, amongst other things har har, but actually I am just a Taylor Swift fan girl in disguise. Here’s audio proof.
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honestly i get it, it’s about selling stuff and some food looks disgusting and like cardboard without food coloring. But seriously guys blue no.1 fucks my stomach up and blue moon is my favorite ice cream flavor. (*eats blue moon ice cream anyway)
The new Xbox controller is fuck ugly! I hope that what I saw, was a prototype, otherwise, yeah….
There were two things that defined the sound of The Doors… one was the languid voice and dark, brooding lyrics of Jim Morrison and the other was the soulful and intricate keyboard melodies of Ray Manzarek. And today, at the age of 74, Manzarek passed from this mortal coil to join Jim Morrison on the other side.
Time for the second two mile bike ride of the day. Wooo I’m so stoked (read: fuck you sun, you are too hot, not complaining about exercise).
u know what’s really good? applesauce. it’s like all the flavor and wonderfulness of an apple except u dont have to do all that work and chew it or wash it and it comes in handy little containers that you can recycle and it even has a hint of cinnamon which makes it even better and it’s healthy i just really love applesauce
Wanted this last night while I was drunk.
Live without breathing? What sort of evil magic is this? Scientists at Boston Children’s Hospital have invented tiny oxygen-carrying particles, that when injected into the bloodstream, can provide sufficient oxygen to your body for as long as fifteen minutes in case of major respiratory failure.
Not an over-exaggeration. I literally almost got shot about an hour ago by about five stray bullets from a block or two away.
Have you ever heard a fucking bullet spinning past your head? I’ll tell you one thing, you hit the fucking ground!
and to top it off I don’t leave the house. I don’t feel a need to leave. There’s nothing out there, nothing for me. I can’t go out. I can’t go skateboarding or running or disc golfing. Those things require that I have food to eat. Hell I tried to implement a work out regimen but after two days I didn’t have anymore food and couldn’t stop my body from hurting because it is void of the nutrition it needs. And to top it off my bastard brother made my sister cry and was stomping around like a god damn child tonight, testing my fucking patience, making me feel even more fucking trapped. I can’t go out because there is nowhere to go. I’m trapped in this cold room that is the size of a jail cell. Tormented by my failing dreams and my inability to do anything about it. Taunted by musical instrument that don’t work, don’t tune, don’t turn on anymore. You name the problem I’ve dealt with it. In the last two years I’ve haven’t had an electric guitar to play. I used to record a new song every day, up until 2010 when that ended and my guitar broke and I have not the money or the resources to remedy this problem. I have literally no assets. I do not pay bills. Hell I don’t even pay for the internet lest it wouldn’t be on if it was my choice, it’s unnecessary and I wish my parents would stop paying for it. But they can’t live without television. I live to loathe that fucking idiot box and everyone who worships it. People physically effected by some fictional melodrama. I’d rather peel my own skin off than live like that. Instead i am miserable because I have nothing that I care for except for my ability to create music. I can be alone as long I can create music. I don’t care if people hear it, I don’t care if I work with other musicians. i do not care. I push everyone away. I don’t need positive reassurance. I don’t need people to tell me I am good at this and good at that. I know this, I don’t need anyone to tell me shit like that to make me feel better because it does not. The only things that make me happy are a tuned guitar and a hot meal. Anything other then that I don’t care about. I don’t need to be told I should see a doctor or seek medication. I am perfectly sane, more sane than people who live as they are told and don’t question every little thing we do. Why do you do the things you do? Because society tells you to? Because it’s the norm? or because your too fucking stupid to think otherwise? Fuck everything that people do. Fuck movies for profit and music for profit and all this artificial bullshit people throw their money at.I don’t care about that. Fuck getting degrees that prove my intelligence. Fuck working in industries that I do not support. I reject it all. If it weren’t for the love I have for my parents and for my family I would honestly kill myself or other people and wouldn’t have to rant on and on about how I want to. Because I know that I can’t take much more of this life or this internet blog bullshit, superficial fairy-tale fucking world we live in. I once told one of my last few friends that I would rather slit my own throat than have to steal and cheat for what I want/need. He told me my priorities were not straight, maybe, maybe not but my beliefs don’t change. This is how I’ve always felt but I choose to stay silent because it’s easier than having to explain myself. Why should I? But as I’ve said I don’t care about anyone else’s opinion, I don’t want to hear it, I don’t want to talk over the internet. I don’t care. I got some messages but i’m not even going to look at them because I reject this as my reality and I do not care. I’m not angry, I’m not violent, I am not depressed nor suicidal but I am a person who doesn’t know how to function in society, don’t want to function in society and never have. If you’ve read all this you shouldn’t have. Don’t bother. Just because I was born into this world doesn’t mean I want or have to live by societal standards. No. Fuck that reality and fuck any reality I have to fake. I just don’t care and the only reason I blog this is because it helps and is easier than talking to a brick wall or taking my aggression out with anger on a brick wall. Maybe by getting it out it will be easier to deal but not likely, nothing ever changes.
If you’ve got my phone number sure text me if you’d like, I won’t be an asshole to you and I won’t be a complete dick like I come off as on here to you either but I’m done with this internet shit. Over. Pointless. I will quit everything that brings me happiness or joy because then it can’t bring my pain and anguish.
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