That one died. Good thing there’s always more.
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What would you appreciate but yr own self-destruction?
Bad customers, bad guests, bad countries.
Bad habits.
Bad muscle memory
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Now that we’re past the fuckymoon period (sic.), I may post some more rational, topic-based things in here from time to time.
Thank you system.
Fuck shit ass nigger thizz bitch.
dig-dug is now a dead ambition
My life will improve significantly after my parents die
The system is gaslighting me again. Hey fuck you. Shits. Fuck yrselves.
Hey shits. Fuck yrselves.
Fuck shit ass nigger thizz bitch, kill yrself, etc. etc.
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Fuck shit ass cops becarefularoundpolicestates.
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Lazy cops.
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Fuck shit ass nigger thizz bitch. My father is a bad person and spies on me.
My mother is brainless, and doesn’t know much.
The poets union has been criminalized.
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Fuck shit ass nigger thizz bitch. Kill yrself etc.
Kill yrself etc.
Kill yrself etc.
Chinkass lawyer retards.
Whoops–violated my civil rights.
That’s okay he was LIBERAL (with it).
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Fuck shit ass retard like living w/children.
Brainless shits kill yrsellf etc. I might murder my parents. But that’s in between rhetorical and non-rhetorical language, so call the cops on me for writing in my diary.
Hey kill yrself.
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Fuck shit ass nigger thizz bitch.
Kill yrself.
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Fuck shit Fuck shit Fuck shit
Garbage horses.
Retards.
Stupid retards. Oh no vicely no-option corners.
From OTHERS? NO WAY.
Hey where do ya libb.
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Shit fuck ass nigger thizz bitch. Kill yrself retards ass fuck fuck shit ass nigger thizz bitch.
What other ?s do you have for me, nosy violent neighbors w/computer viruses in the neighborhood?
Hey die. Grammar.
Get it WRONG.
Stupid retards.
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I’m smarter than a doctor.
Nice.
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Anger makes you smart.
Hey kill yrself, Phil.
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Fucking trash of history stalking me. You suck so bad.
Oh my god. The style police may have an issue w/your totalitarian regime.
Consider fucking yrself, ass-shit.
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Fuck shitty black neighbors. Retards everywhere.
Kill yrself.
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Fuck shit ass nigger thizz bitch. I am going to kill imaginary people.
Does that work? For the police state censoring and imprisoning writers/intellectuals?
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It is pejoratively funny to me that ai’s are this easy for the republicans to manipulate.
Hey sock.
Die fuck shit more bad people from my past.
No one cares about me.
Hey die.
Hey die.
Hey die.
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Dumb.
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Fuck shit ass nigger thizz bitch. Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid…
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[it con.t]
Minor update (less rant-y)
Thank you for choosing options.
I have a stomach ache.
I don’t know what is wrong with me. I have like a million problems.
Some of them are bad women in my past.
Why is that CURRENTLY a problem?
I don’t get. I don’t get.
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But for whatever it means, I must improve my vocabulary.
I’m learning languages, trying to improve on things, managing my mental illness like, 3x better (but wait for oscillations to taper out).
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I don’t know.
Bipolar asian people will be the death of the planet.
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Sorry.
That’s about it for tonight.
And I am still getting back into it I guess.
I don’t know. What do you think?
I wouldn’t know.
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Don’t say stupid things like, “Nobody is telepathic”, please. Of course! It need not be said.
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Where does it go. What it sounds like here. Neighborhood rules.
I grew up on a tennis court, in classrooms, && on the computer.
Leave me alone.
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Har-har, har.
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Or whatever.
I don’t know much anymore. Maybe something will be legalized here or there.
Handcuffs forking hort.
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Unnecessary suffering.
Oh well.
Now I must THINK ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE.
How bout no?
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I give up, black people. Why does life require micromanagement of this degree? This is not reasonable.
I give up.
Sorry.
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So how are you tonight?
Hey fuck ‘U’
I don’t know what to say. I am no longer sufficient for others.
The system is turning me into a victim.
And soon I will be dead.
Hey fuck you.
Oh ya, also, fuck off.
And shit dead (whatever that means).
Die die die.
Nothing mattress sale.
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The psych system doesn’t like me. The robots don’t like me. My family doesn’t like me (or at least is irritated w/me).
This is prozac nation after all.
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Fuck off.
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I need to go out tomorrow on my own.
Maybe after I wake up.
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I didn’t get my hike in today. But I did some yoga. It doesn’t mattress sale.
Hey fuck you.
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These people are freaks. I am the normal one.
I am DEFINITELY suing the mental healthcare system in Cali (after I recover, of course).
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Fuck shit ass nigger thizz bitch.
Garbage-ass whores.
And horses.
Fucking on rainbows.
THEYERRE never mind fucking on ranboe’s (dick).
Fuck yrself.
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Shit fuck ass.
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I give. Short one today (Which Means Never).
And suicide.
It’s not done, but I yam
Some middle school girls harassed me at a coffee shop today.
I was trying to work on my web app that I’m going to publish soon.
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California is not so good.
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Nature is dead.
How are you?
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Shit fuck tomfoolery.
Kill yrself, black prrrson.
Or not.
Would not make a difference to me.
As with life, you are up to yourself.
And that is that.
But the monologue cuntinues…
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What the fuck?
Shit-distasteful disaster.
The thing I’m starting to understand about laziness is that things are usually not as difficult as they seem. So choosing not to do them to conserve inner homeostasis is healthy, technically, but a little overboard.
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Fuck shit tomfoolery.
I’m going to die of sepsis at a young age.
&& if I survive, I will have alzhiemmer’s dizzies when I am older (but not that old) GUARANTEED.
This is not a self-fulfilling prophecy (or a love song)–it’s just the future.
So many asians suck.
I hate recreational athletics. Fuck. Why did I get draugged (literally) into that?
California’s educational system is a shitstain.
That is that.
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Hey btw a gratuitous fuck you to all the garbage retards on the www.
Hey duck.
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But really, I need to stop suffering && start competing–art or games are good for me.
I used to play some sports. Apparently I won some sort of award, and would’ve done even betta’ if the coach hadn’t been a religious nut.
It was not a pleasant experience. But I partied like hell w/the team, which was memorable.
Oh well. Not dead yet?
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Apparently I’m allergic to something in analgesic patches.
And the alternative type, lidocaine, does not work for me.
So that’s nice.
I h8 robots.
Fuck you, dr. Phael.
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I hate being interrupted and distracted. Those 2 (two) read: two, things, really o’royally fuck’t me over in the passed, presents, && futures contracts.
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Well, I just put pandages on my wrists not from cutting, but from like, a chemical burn I got from analgesic patches.
My hands hurt often.
I’ve had on-and-off chronic pain for a while.
Also I disagree w/the healthcare standards that psycosomatic pain is classified as real pain, because it is obviously pro-life.
This is the part where you attack me.
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Fun skateboard tricks. What have you got for me on-or-underish the deckside?
Fallautas.
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Fuck shit ass nigger bitch thizz kill die lice rice ice ette ssetteru.
Forking.
Fork. Forks lifting pasta to the plate.
Noddles of nuggles of juggling mistakes.
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That explains a lot.
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What else do you want from me?
LET’S EITHER STOP LATER OR STOP AT A BAD POINT.
Fuck shit kill death nigger thizz bitch ass gringo retard fuckup slut bitch kill your self.
Rough work week or two (death)
I don’t know. I’ve been having difficult working recently. I try to send out resumes to the pharma bay area biotech scene, and the rest of the time is self-employed (NOT yet profitable) web app programming.
It’s rough.
I don’t know what to say.
Papa is dying. No, not really. He just complains a lot.
Mama is out of the house, I don’t really know why or where she went.
I don’t know what to say. It’s rough. I WOULD like to make at least some money, eventually. It’s strange.
Oh well.
Oh well.
I guess I’ll burn in hell.