dear it could be a match diary,
the subject really never changes, but who is writing this shit? i'll claim it, but are they really MY original thoughts? i could just be reissuing yet another gargled version of what i've already heard. that would almost be a more acceptable feature to this monstrosity, as i prolly couldn't come up with a third of what i've written here on my own, not being as retarded as i am and all, but somehow i do, and i do... and i keep doing it- nonstop. i like doing it and i must, or i wouldn't keep doing it. clearly something is driving me. but what is it? donut expect an answer. you're not going to get one because i don't have one. for inside my mind there is nothing. there is nothing for rent and nothing for sale and nothing to light a match to.
the subject really never changes, but who is writing this shit? i'll claim it, but are they really MY original thoughts? i could just be reissuing yet another gargled version of what i've already heard. that would almost be a more acceptable feature to this monstrosity, as i prolly couldn't come up with a third of what i've written here on my own, not being as retarded as i am and all, but somehow i do, and i do... and i keep doing it- nonstop. i like doing it and i must, or i wouldn't keep doing it. clearly something is driving me. but what is it? donut expect an answer. you're not going to get one because i don't have one. for inside my mind there is nothing. there is nothing for rent and nothing for sale and nothing to light a match to.
