frankmask

So, I'm sitting her feeling agitated and driven to motion but all I can seem to do is fidget restlessly or eat. I'm not hungry anymore, but going through the motions keeps me busy. one moment while i carve off a hunk of leather to chew on.

So, leather firmly enclenched by my teeth, I shall continue. I feel directionless. There are any number of...
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My room is currently lit by two paper lanterns and a very low output red lightbulb. It's just skating the edge of enough light to read by and it reminds me of popular renditions of opium dens. Mmm. College.

Hello.

So I wonder why ethical hedonism is so hard to pull off. Like, all the drunken naked expiremental fun, but without the dirty aftertaste. I know it happens some places, but around here the naked expiremental fun never seems to happen without copious amounts of acohol, which bothers me a good bit so I generally don't participate.

Eitherway, why in hells blue bells would a...
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I'm rather disturbed that my memory can't backtrack the progression of time. There is now, and that comes instantly, and there is the recent past, which comes with only a bit of effort, but anything byond that I have to conciously pull out of my mind by reconstructing events towards what I'm trying to remember. Say I can remember something I did tuesday afternoon, but...
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Yea. So Ready for the dance.

Dammit, I have the Kilt mostly done, except it's going to have the most motherfuckin complicated belt on it ever, and i really didn't want to have a motherfucking complicated belt, specially not a leather one, but I can't see any other way to keep the kilt on. stupid complicated kilts.

eitherway, piccies when I'm done, if I can finish this thing and fix my...
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I have five yards of black and white and red plaid cotton. I have about two days to turn this into a kilt and wear it to the homecoming game. Not because I like football, or my school, understand... but because I want to wear a skirt to a football game! Also, I am going to cheat mercilessly and sew my pleats. so hahahahahahah.

A Justified war is the worst kind of war. No force of Evil and Hatred and Tyranny and Death should ever be allowed to grow so powerful as to justify a war. If any war is justified then mankind has already failed itself.

I'm experiencing overload. Too much shit happening all at once for me to keep up, or to deal with it.

If we gave all the Lesbians Jetpacks and fishbowls we could have Lesbians In Space. And wouldn't that just rock socks?

So... I have a lot of school, a lot of leatherworking to do, and a pile of steel shanks sitting on my desk crying 'Grind Me, Frank! Grind me into a blade!" Ahh, college.