Find a rat nailed to your door...

Dude that's disgusting, clean it up.

Creative writing...a basic form of communication...based on lack of edition.

No, really, there's this thing I like to call....
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Suspense...

When you write and pour yourself...(or whatever you're on) onto a piece of paper or keyboard, there's an energy that grows in you and bursts out.
I hate the part of writing that involves thinking.
I love the part of thinking that involves writing.
It is strange how I don't need to stop and think what I want to say when I write here. It must have something to do with the fact there's only two people in the globe who read this and the other fact...that I don't give a darn anyways.
Well, I might give a darn, otherwise what would be the point in writing at all?
Though I do enjoy rereading my own blogs...lame.
It is definitely funny what people do when they write factlessly and simply based on personal experiences on anything related to being unrelated with anything.
(I took a deep breath after that one, I forgot to do it while I wrote ... which is something I shoud probably worry about if it starts happening too often unless I want to lose some more brain function....yeah, more).
There's no point in trying to find reason in my texts....seriously...don't try...it's a waste of your time...the only reason why I write is because there's a pressure pump in my head that sometimes starts pushing too hard and need to be let out...somehow. I really did try banging my head against the wall...but this is way better...Let alone the fact that the lack or bruising is kind of appealing.
Unless you're an emo...no offense, hope the reply is none taken, though I seriously doubt anyone in their right mind reads this blog...then again...I could be wrong...or not...wanna bet? bet ya it's no more than 5 or 6....and the bloody cowards don't leave comments....
Listen it's like a pub or a whore, if you used it and enjoyed it, then tell your friends and relatives about it....well maybe not the whore.
Or maybe not the pub...
Depends of what kinds of people you hang with.
You know there's this crazy thing called improvising that makes me go wild on the net....I can kinda say whatever the fuck I want, especially when it's not a website that censores every swear word....god would I be lost...
You'd need a lot of brains to figure out that all the ****** are not constellations or a map to a treasure island. Hell yeah.

Well...I'm done for the night...but just in case I'll say I'm just done for the post...maybe I'll come again later....you never know.

Kiss kiss