Tag: psychopathy

WHAT THE FUCKING HELL. Either way… drain on, strive onwards and upwards.

10:01am and I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with everything. I hate technology. I have everything. Ugh! But hey, Sailor Mercury out of the Sailor Scouts just.. I dunno. Fcuking something. SOMETHING. I am too fast. But the world just keeps on turning and I’m a human person being, existing on the this

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PART 3 of the skullcrusher mountaineering

15 December 2018, 5:11 am. I’m still not done with the skullcrusher mountain song by Jonathon Coulter. Mountains are fucking massive, I live along the great dividing range. I guess that’s why I’m a ranger or scout. The OG Pink Power Ranger, a might morphing animorph. Or a xenomorph. I am Xena the warrior princess, or more

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praise be to JC! for he gave me the SM (part 1)

15 December 2018, to begins this captain log at 1:13 am. So it says right there on my clock computer corner thingy at the bottom right of my laptop screen. I’m ripped and burning and rearing and blazing and ready to fucking ride the train. Are you ready? To enter my whirlwind? In the northern hemisphere, especially

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Little update. Which ever of the blogs

Campaign antichrist kicked off the fucking season. The whore of Babylon is waiting for her turn. Gotta finish the horsemen stampede and quickly shove them to the side because Christmas time is coming, and father needs somewhere to park his ride. I’m summoning the spirit of sound. That happened. I posted it before writing this.

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Fair Lane Fords the waters

Tirthankara, creates own way to cross the samsara Don’t you see? We were always meant to be. You belong with me. And I belong with you. You were made for me, and I was made with you. Can you feel the swelling of my heart as it moves the tides of the seas? I am

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Come on, square pusher. I need you.

Look look look. Yeah I’m in a state of total and utter hypomania. Green Day sings to be woken up when September ends, well fuck, as September was ending I was being forced to go back to sleep by the rhythm of the war drums. The Harley Quinn in me retired after her thoat was

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