This sentence won't finish itself.

my room is a fucking center for the breeding and development of new diseases, there's so much cluttered crap piling up in every single corner right now it's probably gonna need a surgeon general's warning on the door pretty soon. they say a person's room is a reflection of their personality, so what does this say about me? unfinished business, that's what. A whole camraderie of half-completed projects lie in smoking ruin all across the shattered landscape that is my personal homestead. Every notebook I buy is eventually put into storage with an entire fistful of blank pages taunting my lack of dedication to a completely pointless craft known to the rest of the world as expression. not the cool kind that gets books punched out and novels and awards shoved into dark orifices and fame and tenure. That other crap that doesn't any other shelves but your own and gathers dust like a farmer in some poor country full of ugly people. I write until I get bored which is like until I can write no more but with a lot less potential for revival in the form of an extremely drawn-out miniseries.

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wanted: single female 18-25, smarter than the average bear if at all possible, this is really important, I mean it is so fucking CRUCIAL that this particular qualifier be met, smart meaning maybe a little wise, quick on the draw, slick, sharp, posessing a proper block of intellect to be dispensed at one's whim and leisure throughout the land, you know? Eyes must be open, you must be able to SEE, really perceive this fucking world around you in all of it's incredible glory....
If I cannot see, how could I expect anyone else t odo the same thing? rather, my so-called perceptions don't reflect externally, like in my behaviour and my speech and my words. I have to change a thing or two, I think. shift my priorities a bit. maybe take off when I'm actually ready, not when my schedule says I should. Even the best-laid plans are totally bullshit, anyway. I know everything will fall into place when it's bloody well supposed to, and not a second earlier. Fall in love with the world, and the world will love you back.