February 2012
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UUUUUUUghhhhhhh kjhbhjb. No motivation. Nada. I’m so screwed.
Feb 16th
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Feb 16th
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Feb 15th
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Listenbombthemusicindustry:
Feb 14th
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Feb 14th
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Don’t tell me that goth coffee sucks and expect me to do anything with you. Also, I hate Valentine’s Day.
Feb 14th
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Feb 13th
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Feb 12th
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Charles Bukowski, "8 count"
jacobmooty: from my bed I watch 3 birds on a telephone wire. one flies off. then another. one is left, then it too is gone. my typewriter is tombstone still. and I am reduced to bird watching. just thought I’d let you know, fucker.
Feb 12th
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Feb 12th
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Feb 11th
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Feb 11th
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Feb 11th
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Teacher: A long time ago people thought there were only four elements. Can anyone guess what they were?
Me: Water. Earth. Fire. Air. Long ago, the four nations lived together in harmony. Then everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked. Only the Avatar, master of all four elements, could stop them, but when the world needed him most, he vanished.
Teacher:
Me:
teacher: what?
Me: what?
Feb 11th
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Feb 10th
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Feb 10th
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Feb 9th
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Heavy breaths rapid realizing they were mine creeping crawling ants in my fingers creeping crawling to my stomach anthill infestation sliding slipping towards the door as he cries out standing over the black railing lungs expanding and contracting accordion player the ants breeding in my legs the wooden slats a few inches from my face quick, long spinning 
Feb 9th
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Feb 9th
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Feb 9th
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