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hah. spite. spite and more spit! gentlemen! you might ask me why i address you gentleman. the only answer i can give you is that i project myself on you. and you on me! spiteful life this is gentleman..! dstvskian style this is. and its hard to be it. once upon a tyme there lived a boy, called illnottellwho. power goes. power comes. electriical power. it doesnt mean anything. why do i name my blog dreams within a dream. ask yourself! and if you cant answer it you are a bastard. dictionarily speaking, there's only one and only one concievable bastard in the dictionary of words and that would be GOD.cause hse is born out of no ma or dad. the most perfect defination of being a bastard. yes. i have nothing against God, but god itself. an non existing nothingness. shit of masses. if that was similar to opium.effect. tribbific! its really thrasmic to think how people cant live without God. power going off ra. internet power. hfuff. i feel kinda ok again. friends, me myself and me after long time. no scope for limits. bye.

tomorrows diary:

I might get up early eight/sevenish in the morning. probably the reason i get up is to brush my teeth and body like i did during my 18 or 19 year old monologue. and it would almost continue itself forever.yes! i insist on it. forever.! the notion of forever as far as i conceive is only till onemoment after my mental nonexistence. so, forever i would live and continue my monologue till forever. this very thought i might think tomorrow aswell. its equally possible that current might go off now and i i forget this idea forever., that is not remember it as long as i live. its funny to do discourse analysis of thys. Big words! haha! bbc. by by comrd.