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Ehhh majick spirals of fuckn wacknisss
spent too long reading a website that just gave me WRONG ideas
listening to C64 tunes/pile of bananas - two of the very things that keep the horrid fuckin world at bay
gonna leave the house now
bad idea I don't really wanna see anyone but I am sick to death of these fucking asshole walls and the prick who lives above me with his magic microwave. Fuck off.

UHFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF the whole damn time uphill frr nuthin goshdamn, no peaks NO FUCKN PEAKS fuckittttt

I don't want to STOP, but I might have to STOP

STOPPING is too close to death god-dammit.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh, stuff or death goddamnit! Sick of staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaleness!
Power Spazz must be a different person or something
This blog reserved for crap backhanded teenaged aphorism from now on anyway.

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It's July! I think it is now my least favourite month, it's always e m p t y, it's the new January I swears!

A Winner is You

I have been waiting for 10 years to land an ollie. It's the most basic motherfucker in all of skating. I suck at skating so bad. TODAY I NAILED MY FIRST OLLIE. I WON!

Pizza guilt and self hate all day. Hurrah! I whine to nobody about it though, to save face.

Battle Trumpets

Kinda something ends up happening after a while of turgid time, just find yrself in that hollowed out pocket of time, ya hollowed it out with a brush and y'can paint everything blue for a couple o days, which makes things brighter

cut cut cut
xerox xerox xerox
glue glue glue
paint paint paint

I get so bored! But hell if I can get absorbed, it's cool. What I need is a new excited grandma to take me scrumping again and make cider and make stuff out of wood and clay. Like in the OLD DAYS

Last night I ate a pizza. The guilt hits me today. Ungh.