whatever_the_fuck crOwl you answer your cellphone as if breath costs money and your hello was too expensive so i downsize my words but even then you speak cheaply spending phrases like hard-earned minimum wage using sentences from your savings. who am i to question the validity of time when i cut into it? bullet into darkness finding lungs? 060426 ... nom whatever the fuck 070130 ... nom forgot this was a blathe already 070130 ... unhinged i think it bugs him that we aren't together as much as we used to be. that i'm not there when he wakes up. but he doesn't want to tell me and i think it would be cocky to ask. so the mindfuck worsens with each passing day. whatever the fuck man. you don't get to have this if you are too chickenshit to ask. and i have no right to complain if i'm too chickenshit to tell you. 070130 ... PeeT I was like, “Oh, shit.” So I went back to the drawing board and tried to pare things down and just make them honest. It’s such a clichéd thing to say, but it’s true. His philosophy is to just go for it—go to a place and see what comes of it, because we’re all gonna die one day, so what have you got to lose? If you fall flat on your face, then you fall flat on your face. It makes for a scary environment, but a very exciting one as well . . . 120112 ... amy in red about the original: bravo, bravo, bravo. (or howeverhoweverhoweverthewhoosh you want to put that stupendousness) ! 120113 what's it to you? who go blather from