crashed;

just like the soft, pounding, hammer.

down and deeper,

feeling each cut with greater lamentation.

appreciation is but;

just a cover up for the feign secluded façades of that idiosyncrasy.

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conforming to what is the normal isn’t what i want to do, but rather what i have to adapt to. its like typing in italics. wow i should stop being such a joke. stop being such a nuisance; grow up man.

its just that feeling you get when you turn back and look at the blank road and wonder what you’ve been doing all your life. yes just these short 17 years of your life. you’re such a bum, a turd; grow up.

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ok back to my normal self. hi. hello! yesterdays funpack collection and clarke quay was rather enjoyable, considering how arun and i ended up walking at almas speed in the rain when it downpoured, which forced us to buy a 5 dollar shirt cus the kungfupanda shirts were 33 dollars. 5 dollars for a polo tee! its pretttttty good. the fun part was, we sough shelter for 30seconds behind a box (cus we thought rain flys horizontally) and that was one of the funnest 30 seconds of your life. WE SAW THIS OLD MAN like agedddddddddddddddd something like 55; carrying this old man bag running in the rain with his translucent shirt. dont ask me why arun pointed at him and laughed, but i joined soon after HAHAAA it was fun ;)

red gelatin! its soooo yummy especially at midnight