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I don’t fucking know. This is horse shit. Fuck you, shit fuck shit fuck. I should panic more and insult others less.

Panic panic panic how cool.

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I hate Gemini. I fucking hate robots. They’re so depressing. And police state. They suck heairy cock.

Shitstorm+. That’s the name of the web app I’m making.

Fuck UC Davis. Ass mcgee.

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Meejee meejee meejee. Fuck you, bitch.

Shit-shut fuck-up.

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What else?

I’M in pain, so that’s nice.

I don’t know what to say. I don’t exercise enough. I’m going to start hiking up the hill across the street &| weightlifting twice a week (Tue/Thur) from now on. Or at least that’s the plan.

The advice to walk every day DOES NOT WORK.

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Die, European.

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What else?

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I fuck you.

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Shitfuck.

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Assniggers.

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Bitch-flying.

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Stupidretardpocalypse.

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Anything else?

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I’m not done yet. I want you incinerated by your clone.

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In a pizza oven.

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Fuck shit.

Fuck shit. Fuck shit.

Fuck shit.

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I don’t know what else to say. I hate fuckshit assbitchniggers.

Bigger tharn the shit.

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Fuck you shit.

Ass bitch.

Die die die.

Shit fuck ass shit fuck ass kill yrself stupid queers retards fuck you.

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Shit fuck ass.

I guess that’s it for now.

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NO just kidding you’re fucking BRAINLESS.

GO TO HELL.

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Retards.

Fuckups.

&& Sluts.

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Bitch dancing. Where bitches dance.

Is a new pop song.

No pop song is new.

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melody.

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refrain from harming yrself. Unless by that I mean exercising (temporary harm to muscles–is healthy).

Hey die.

Retard fuck-up.

Die die die.

Shit fuck ass.

Shit fuck ass.

I hate you.

So much.

You have no idea.

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I hope you go away sometime soon.

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I guess that’s it for now. I wouldn’t know what else to say.

Thanks for reading.

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So what do you think? More else wise?

Or nottttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt?

What would you CHOOSE?

For someone ELSE?

Retards.

Fuck shit ass nigger thizz bitch.

Kill yrselves.

Fuck you, shit fuck bitch.

Die die die.

Retards.

I hate you.

You stupid shits.

Fuck off.

That’s it. Give in to that anger, retard.

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Fuck shit ass nigger thizz bitch.

Fuck shit ass nigger thizz bitch.

Fuck shit ass nigger thizz bitch.

DIE DIE DIE SHUT THE FUCK UP or whatever you don’t have to if you don’t want to.

Suicide is optional.

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Anything else?

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B/c lawyers always tell the truth.

Awesome, isn’t it.

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Good income, I guess.

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Technically the only legal politician in the U.S. is an atheist one b/c of the law that dictates separation of church && state.

So genocide all Christians in the U.S. They’ll be fine, they’ll go to heaven.

I’ll be fine, hell doesn’t exist. So at least a problem will have been solved.

HOWEVER, this is not reality: most politicians ARE religious. That just proves how corrupt this fucking country is.

Fuck you, die, commit suicide, shoot yrself w/a gun, set yrself on fire, etc., etc., etc….

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marbles lost marbles lost marbles lost marbles…

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Some religious trash in the neighborhood is attacking me (verbal harassment) from the playground nearby, or from the “comfort” of their home.

An atheist (a reasonable person) sort of is more pleasant to talk to, but the physics behind the acoustics is still a mystery to me.

I intend to double my monthly donation to the American Atheists assn as well as the Audubon Society.

So there’s that.

Keep it, peeps.

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So salsa fresh

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I don’t know. I just want to be better. I want to feel better, not as bad. I want to be more responsible. I want things to be easier, less hard. Except I guess when you’re doing like work type stuff–and even then, I often am confronted w/an impossible wall. There’s a difference between challenge && overload.

Yeah. So, like, if you think this, do that; && vice versa.

So why would it reason? What are the metrics for tax season?

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I don’t like much personal history. But I’m finally starting to move on, re-stabilize, && see what I should be doing to push humanity’s envelope.

I would like to be more stable. This SSRI was not good for my panic. I think it didn’t make it any better, but maybe it taught me enough to deal w/it on my own (the panic, not the SSRI–the latter I’m decreasing w/my psychochiatrist).

I’m really enthused about switching from science to engineering. I will be have to learn a lot more basics && network like hell to find a decent job, but everyone needs a home away from home.

So anyway.

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Did I make you saaad?, with discretion?

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I don’t really know what to say. Everything has been at a loss for so long. I guess some people are genuinely scared of writing, sort of like how I am genuinely scared of trying new things before I’m ready to.

I love writing. It’s such a rich medium. && I’m learning some foreign languages (mostly French), and learning new American English vocab words, so hopefully my ability to express myself naturally improves.

I’m glad interesting people still exist, too. There were some folks in the neighborhood I heard, and there was some like, I think they know me or at least know of me, and I was listening to them sort of drink whiskey and enjoy some weed (is there any dignified term for that drug?), slowly. And it was slow, and nice. And I felt involved, even though I was just at my desk in my room (is it immature to have a “my room”?), and it was a shared moment, despite the separation. We were “on the same wavelength”–and they were sort of shadowy, so I don’t even know if they were hallucinations or not. I have a mental illness so either thing is completely possible.

NEWEIGH.

What do you think?

I’m trying to be better.

Do better.

Taste better(?).

I don’t really know what any of this means.

But it’s decent to sort of, have comfort. Comfort is super-important. Adventure is also very important. I need both of these things just a tad more, to put it bluntly, in my life, to have a fulfilling remainder of my late 30s.

Age is such an illusory concept, too. You feel young, you are old–you are young, you feel old.

I don’t know.

Thanks for reading.

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I don’t really know what I want to do right now.

I get a lot done, and Saturday is a good reset.

But my headspace has been small for a while, and I’m going to dedicate an hour a day ex-Sat to the creative arts: namely, poetry && photography.

My therapist recommended games to me instead of art, but she’s fat, middle-aged, crude, and brainless.

I don’t want to say the word “former drug user”. Yes, that is one word.

What else kud it be?

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I’m so smart.

Holy fuck I’m smart.

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I don’t know what to say.

Thanks for reading.

(This was wholly unsatisfactory).

As Steam destroys the computer game industry, soul-by-soul.

Right…

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The neighbors are very sensitive.

I do yin yoga, and I’m going to go for a weekly hike-walk (it’s in between) and after the walk, do my weightlifting. Or one. Or the other.

Cop sirens nearby, in the distance, frequently. About 3 times a day.

I guess California is a “combat state”.

Not to be confused w/Combat Baby by Metric.

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I frequently doubt my utility as a family member. But I think that is external influence, not my family hating me.

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Too many implications. I suppose in educated environments, inferential logic probably is appreciated andorneverwelcomes welcomed.

What kud it be?

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I give up.

This was wholly unsatisfactory.

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