sit on my face and shut me up.

ok the music thing, plus the pleading and crying got 4 responses, that's probably better than my slobber banter jargon.  they say i have a bad filter brain to mouth-wise, but I suggest I'm a spaceman.  Remember until your brain is gone that we are all dying in a Sylvia Plath kind of way.

what is it (and yes this is more pussy audience participation shit,) that you the deviants of society want to read?  I enjoy when talented people with pretty pictures or tits tell me their days work, their goal.  It all seems pretty mainstream to me, like I want something more for myself type stuff, and yeah that's commendable if we're in the whole society blanket when we say it.  I usually feel like I'm in the woods surrounded by a tinge of cold and a loneliness that isn't worth crying about until I find another person with tears welling in their eyes.  That's more of the metaphysical type jargon, where reality slips in and out of favor with my many inhibitions and meager will to achieve in a system which I feel may have the upper hand.

Too many words, life though, I feel like it's a game too far from my terms to play whole heartedly.  Fyodor would agree in part.

Facts is facts, so I can be a depressive, but don't you fret, I have a lot of Stuff tying me to the corporate machine, surely good sense will prevail.  Until then deviant philosophy and whining will ensue.

How did this end up here?  I like the age restriction, although I think the rampant bashing of the so-called "timmys" is grating; it really doesn't let me forget they exist, it only reinforces their "evil deeds."