Tuesday, September 11, 2007

i want a backstreet boy to punch

fuck you, world. no, correction: FUCK YOU, WORLD.

if you can tell, which you probably cant, i am currently very pissed with the whole urgh world. (i am trying very hard to avoid swear words. i dont know why and i dont want to knwo why. it might get me angry.)

i AJIGHOQH(N@)!UT)goih HATE THE WORLD.

ok now for decent chat.

ok i got physically, emotionally, mentally, psychologically, spiritually, defeated. destroyed. i am in a state of shambles, i am caught in a traumatic guitar string. i wish i had a punching bag right now. i dont know why, but i am suddenly filled with rather pent up intent. and rage. and anger. ARGABKQBVIBIBIVOQJOOBO.

i am feeling like an angsty angry boy right now. so, PIKAJOKAB. YOU BLOWJOB. PISS IN MY RED BULL AND SHIT LIKE A HORSE YOU COW FACE PUNK ASS TYRE RUNNER.

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