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[mrnihil.livejournal.com]

i will introduce to in you a cliche that i perpetuate for the appeasement of my gratification.s ego, funneled into little shapes and sold over jewelry counters. or, so they tell me. and, it makes me feel sick. cast in green. bleh. whatever. maybe it.s getting warm in here. i.m all dressed in velvet. seriously. black faux-velvet, whatever that is.

-Nihil

It Was Just A Random Thing...

[hellsphreak.livejournal.com]

I ask questions after questions, completely irrelevant to anything but my own need to keep people talking, and I try to find out what is contained in their heart and when I do see this, I yank it out, examine it, take a little bite out of it and shove it back in where it used to be at one time before society chopped it in pieces and messed with it so that the puzzle pieces would no longer be able to fit quite right anymore. I DON'T KNOW WHAT I AM SAYING BUT I SAY IT ANYWAY BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE SAYING WHAT I WANT TO SAY WHATEVER THE HELL IT MAY BE and just like, deal OK? This is the section for the written word. I can say and do whatever the fuck I want because that's what this section is for, for my mind to spurt diarrhetic froth (which I have just offered to feed to Sharkkisses) and it all comes down to typing it down so that it would actually make senses, never mind the fact that I am not making any kind of senses right now other than trying to chop up those puzzle pieces into even smaller pieces so that matching them up would be an impossibility, and no amount of guesswork and statistics and mathematical figurations would ever be able to solve this riddle. It will remain unresolved simply because there is just no answer and/or solution for anything, and do you know why? BECAUSE THERE NEVER WAS A QUESTION OR A PROBLEM POSED IN THE FIRST PLACE you moronic imbeciles!! And still, the unicorn continues to sit on top of my monitor, the stickers glaring hotly in my face, trying to blind me so that I'd fucking rip them right the fuck off of my monitor and give them the proper burial, one that they most certainly do not deserve because they are but mere stickers, after all, freely acquired through Scholastic Books. And then this unicorn tells me a secret, one that I cannot reveal because if I so much as whisper this to the wind my teddy bear will come to life and hunt my ass down with a eggbeater, threatening to shove it up my colon and make scrambled eggs out of my innards and I'd be breakfast for the billions of ants that lives just outside of my window. I think I need to destroy that hill, by the way and I think I need to shut the fuck up now before I start making people wonder about my sanity. I'M PERFECTLY SANE, DAMNYOU, I'm just so bored I could die... Yay for the melodramatic! And, I'm done.

[x-posted to eccentric_flair c0z.. ya, you guessed it, I'm a whore like dat..]