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sometimes typing on the computer is better than writing by hand because it feels more accomplished. look, look what i did. internet publishing. guuurrrrl, i don't know. i don't know a goddamn thing today. except, except something, right, i have to know something? no. no. i don't. i know nothing. nothing like the end of time. nothing like time ending. nothing like nothing. blah. boom. through till the end, how else could it be? side stepped. morphed. mightily borrowed. properly penned. succinctly sorrow. wait, wait, this music blows. better. yes. this is better. okay, well, there is still time left. i am bored by this, not only this pitter patter but also this time, this existence, this continuation of nothing i care about. exerting control over the situation is option. option out? what does that mean, its about sports I think. or gambling. i would go to the horse races if i didn't think it would be categorically depressing. i would go... i thought about going to yerba buena museum but then i thought no. no thanks. i thought about doing the labyrinth, cause that's always rocking but i didn't do that yet. i did take the polish off my nails. now they are just the pink color of flesh. last night i put my finger over a small light on my computer, and you can see right through it. i forgot about that. i did it all the time as a kid, put a flashlight behind flesh and marveled at how it was almost see through. your skin is your body's largest organ. your brain is your body's biggest mystery. your life is trite. cant stop dont stop oh great. john lennon was shot today like twenty or thirty years ago or whatever. tru dat. i couldn't tell you. I dont know. couldn't say. essentials. necessities.