I didn't get around to typing a blog post yesterday. I was supposed to type two last night, but thought it would seem weird to have two come out the same day.
They have a specific way of cataloging these posts.. I can't go back and cheat to say that I put out the blog every day.. I already lost the rhythm of this site.
*In other news.. *
I had a abit that did well last night. I brougth another part into the light even after messing up the set up.
People seemed to dig the vibe I was putting down.
Only weird thing was that I did not finish my joke I went into after.. I started the joke about the Grand Wizard and cut it at the high point of the joke.
Soon I will have controll over: * The lenght of the bit * The timing used * Where I go next (Maybe evil kanevil)
I can't spell that name.. I almost want to google it but fuck all that.
It's strange typing in markdown.
I'd much rather build up my amazing blog about what I was thinking at the time with normal insert letters here app. It's not an app but I don't know what any of these features are called.. This blog thing is pretty bad ass honestly
I can type things and make them look like whatever I want how big and how squeezed to one side.
All this freedom and zero plans.
- It can be dangerous to follow shadows in the dark
- Do not fall victim to fate
- Overcome adversity with breathing exercises
- Swim in the deep end a few times
- Never back down from a challenge someone else just did in front of you
- Numbers are a part of life everything is 3s and 7s
- Disaster strikes the steady hand
Im almost positive the last number don't make since..
I never know what word is spelled how but i do know what they sound like when they are spoken. So get off my back scholars! Go eat a subway sandwich with your book in hand spilling all the jerk chicken sauce on the most important pages ya jerk. I hope some lady with a hot pocket strait out of the microwave throws it at your body. I hope when it hits you the cheese also gets on the most important page of your gotdamn textbook that costs more than the lady has ever seen in one place.
I need love I need Love I need LovE.
All I know Isn't always the case..
Foxy Shazam
I should probably just end the blog soon but something is compelling me to keep typing until I get that golden Idea I know is lurking around the bend..
I had a dream this past sleep cycle and it wasn't what I thought it would be. It isn't what I remember it being. I do remember helping someone with some type of problem.. But it seemed like we were caretakers to some type of school. I was by no means important to the daily activities, but in some ways I was the most important to the shape. We molded ideas like alchemists with exotic elements. The classes grew so strong that we were targeted for destruction by nature itself. Animals clawed at the gates bringing terror back into the hearts of man. Nature our greatest foe hidden as a savior.
In order to see the truth, one must first speak it.