poor thing, here alone and untouched since december, it was almost a year since i last wrote here, so i thought it was about time to write here again even though i still feel the terrible scar, that doesn't seem to completly heal, left by my, sarcastically speaking, "artistic breakdown"
anyway, the poor thing was right here in front of me and i was just sick of reading the damn "poetic 'slash' artistic sentenses" that were plaguing it, so i just decided to write something of no importance (again) and trying to break free of the damn idiotic innuendos at the same time, leaving me with the only option i could think of :
writing damn idiotic innuendos, minus the innuendos, plus the stuff
meaning, yup, that's right, "writing damn idiotic stuff".

and arriving at this conclusion i look upon my developing thesis (yeah right.. i just like the word thesis u know.. it has some kind of charisma) and wow, look at that, i'm already doin it, writing damn idiotic stuff, and i really feel fulfilled, u know, that kind of fulfillment that can only come from writing more that 2 lines of the damn idiotic stuff that just comes to ur head, yeah, what a day...



mmm.... this makes me think (yeah, i'm a hell of a thinker)...
i'm not intirely sure i really got rid of the innuendos....


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