11:30 (Automatic)

11:30. What a strange time to think about. Half an hour till the new day yet the day never start for me until I wake up the next morning, whats a day anyway other than a way for us to keep track of all our stuff. Time is a real thing, just not the divisions of time. Time will continue as long as the universe does and beyond that even. There is only one true beginning to it all. We are constantly flowing away from the start toward the end. Death of the Universe, Death of the Day, Death of the hour, Always waiting for whats next. From the moment we are born we start dying. Any chance of living longer than we do is never going to happen. So might as well enjoy the trip to death...the meaning of life is a the trip to death.

Money?

(Warning: Explicit language)

Isn't there more to life than just trying to achieve money and have a family? What happened to the truly inspiring people, always trying to discover the world? Well our world has been discovered, lets discover others. I'll volunteer to do anything, but to be apart of the change that this world needs is my one life long dream, f** money.

F*** petty gossip, F*** the face of F***ing phonies.

Free love, free food, free energy, free life.

We are slaves to our own governments, what are we doing?

They play our little struggles like pieces on a chess board

They see what would be the best possible choice for our country based on their system which has f***ed the earth, money.

Like puppet masters and money is their string, they control the flow of money like the moon controls the tides. Money is truly the root of all dehumanization.

I want to change it all, either by revolution or evolution, but where to start...

Not a Test

This is not a test, the bomb is rigged to blow at exactly this moment so if I choose to only live in this moment will the bomb never go...

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BOOOM!

Shit. Well now I'm dead so that's great. Here I am, just minding my own business and BOOM, I'm dead.........Shit.

I love ending things with a final shit.

Its just so punctual and tidy.

Shit.

Crocodile Dunfee

Crocodile Dunfee's the name and killing crocs is my game. I been cruising there here parts for 15 years hunting Crocs and to this day I still haven't found one. Guess they all scerred when they heard I was coming fifteen years ago.

But Mr. Crocodile Dunfee...there have never been crocs in "these parts"...only alligators.

Exactly...that's cuz I been doin my job...

No like...Never have there ever been crocs in "these parts"...

Get out of my state.

Sir, are you se-

Get the hell out of my state.

But Crocod-

GET THE HELL OUT!

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Little Quips

Little quipds, short tales I tell that i find hilarious and sadistic.

Maybe its not such a therapeutic thing after all, this type writing

machine, revealing to me the fdark side that I rearely use in every day life.

Its way to fun to not do though, tyoing thids shit out all uncorrect

cuz I can't typew woth nothing...at leasst proper anyway.

If I had a dollar for every time I misspelled a word or made a typo

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I d ghave a lot of dollars...

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Hmmm

Whjy this is fun I have no idea but I'll never stop now that ive started

this stream if thought just keeps reanting outwards flowqing forward forever

freely only interup

ted by the enter button

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