Aoccdrnig to rscheearch at an Elingsh uinervtisy, it deosn’t mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is that frist and lsat ltteer is at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcusaeae we do not raed

ervey lteter by it slef but the wrod as a wlohe.

rip out my heart

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Saturday, 13th of September, 2003

13:11 game two

sick of eating. if i was tasty, i would eat myself with curly forks

i remember feeling ‘whole’ this morning, inside, outside, limbs bent backwards pressed together. they should make bedsheets and pillows out of human skin to lull the lonely.

somebody please, give me perfect songs to download, many. but they must be perfect songs, fit for a soundtrack. A song as perfect as this one.

By the way that’s Gameover by Ozma.

people that care rip out my heart

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Friday, 12th of September, 2003

02:09 i couldn’t believe it

I stepped on a nail while taking out the trash barefoot. Fucking 2 AM and I didn’t even feel the pain till seconds later. Not too big of a nail, just really long and deep in my skin. Sometimes laziness just makes me so fucking stupid.

and humans are wild animals. why then, do we live as robots in traditionalism?

we should sweat more, we should growl more, and we should fuck more passionately, and love like we are gods.

a lot of you make me very, very sick.