dear exactly what it was like diary,
messy. a little strange. a failure of imagination. there is a psychological term for that. the only difference between fiction and reality is- fiction has to be credible- believable. fucking mark twain even knew that shit. but turns out he knew quite a bit, didn't he? it is not about winning or losing, it is about tasting blood in your mouth. please spit in the cup if you cant get to the garbage dumpster. how lucid are you right now? i am awake too- i think. if i'm not then we are fucking again and i liked it.
messy. a little strange. a failure of imagination. there is a psychological term for that. the only difference between fiction and reality is- fiction has to be credible- believable. fucking mark twain even knew that shit. but turns out he knew quite a bit, didn't he? it is not about winning or losing, it is about tasting blood in your mouth. please spit in the cup if you cant get to the garbage dumpster. how lucid are you right now? i am awake too- i think. if i'm not then we are fucking again and i liked it.
