Forgetting faster frequently frozen fragments of fucking Fridays forever

 Alone among all aristocracy, alienation arithmetic gone wrong

Wring which wretched witch, whose withering wrists worsen

Thinking that tomorrow tames the thoughtless turbulence

Suspended silence slithering suspiciously, seeping into skulls preventing skill

Perverted pathogens pursuing prominent pain protected pricelessly

Destroyed desirable deception digging deeper diligently

Laughing lugubriously lengthens loveliness letting liking blossom

Beginning becoming better bewilders bitter brains

yep.

New Weblog Entry:

I guess my time has been occupied with much too many other things.

not too long ago this was thing.

hmm.

It is all just a fuzz. Apart from my general short term memory loss (that I have now come to terms with), my senior year has left me little to no time to think.

Its all I want to do,

is think.

But apparently my thoughts aren't as important as others, so for that reason alone I will resort to do, rather than think.

 It is all too confusing.

The red makes me angry

the green calms me down. (not traditional green, but evergreen, the blueish greenish mixer)

Christmasish.

But for that season i will wait because I still haven;t carved my pumpkin.

I will carve a pumpkin, even if it means missing a previous commitment.

Time sucks.

well they all have left.

yep.

Currently Listening Let There Be Morning By The Perishers see related

My world is blending.

The old black fading with the new white forming such an unexpected gray.

Those 15 shades haunt me, however welcome they may be.

So tomorrow is the start of something new (well today I suppose), and I am not quite sure how it will play out, but I have a good sensation deep within my pit and it has my grays softening.

The ending of conversations puzzle me. Because technically no one is ever out of time, because time is a fabricated standard used to keep order and structure, but really does not exist.

Excuses are another shade of my gray.

I was told to manage the non existent today.

Because apparently I have caught the procrastination disease.

I know, its kinda like to obesity epidemic.

Please remember our friendship as it was, not is.

Please remember me for what I am, not was.

I remember you as you were, for I have not known how you have become.

I wish you the best.

The recent is unfortunate, but I can assure it is not because of me.

or us.