reading the brothers karamazov and so far all the dialogue is like a collection of anxious bonzi buddy posts except malignant and full of a hair-brained, self-centered intellectualism/intellectual fetishism
just thought I'd "weigh in" on the situation...
hell yeah?? WOOOpw wooop it's me!!? that's me!!!!

iii oonlyyyy wanteed tooo seee youuu laughinnng ?? puuurpleeee aaape. When the barf~ has cooome~. and the laand~ iis~ DAMP. EDIT i know I KNOW but aren't we all - i implore you, dear reader, look deep into your thoughts - aren't we all suprised/happy being noticed? also strange parallels to being thrown into but i guess i really did this mess, its my fault... but honestly what the heeeck it's just one forum of 7 billion forums and one life, might as well be true to myself and post how i feel True To It/deep in my heart. i can regret later when i have somehow covered one apartment's every possible surface full of my vomit during the cource of months in hopes of getting paid from the magazine for a strange, anonymous tip... but Marge told me that i'd actually get something like 40 euros so fuck that/nevermind that then, not worth it.

i actually thought that would be good idea both uh artistically/experiencea/as to create a strange urban myth in this town AND to earn money (ofc i wouldnt want to rot my teeth/health out with it...) but the point IS that i got one life so might as well enter the true man's world with it ne?