roguestenography

The truth is, there is no amount of justification that is without its own.

I ordered more vinyl today. Decided couples are mechanations of belief of personal progress (its not bitterness its excessive and unfair generalisation, but seriously, make the words I love you more robotic, and they'll be recorded in binary.) From a completely observed persective, romance is dead, at the hand of a thousand personal suicides - you wanna pair off like a couple of cops all fucked up and bitten off at the waist

Still recovering from an ethiopian coffee hangover. The captains of the anarchist soccer team and I did some car fixing and they took me out for ethiopian for helping them out, and as usual for some reason the conversation deviated to languages I don't speak (it always does for some reason.) Let this be a note at large, feed me delicious lentil based food, and there is nothing I won't do.

*shrugs* we all float on.

Anyways I've decided I need to ignore the socail life tonight, and make some absurdly strong coffee, and watch the life of brian and so I married an axe murderer. Then in a blaze of cigarettes, and red eye'd glory I shall write myself out of here.