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im going crazy
for reals
i think i might just grab my guitar and be a hobo
i think if I dont become a crazy musician i will just be a crazy person
listening to music i like drives me crazy. like actually running around screaming punching things stupid smiles heart pounding explodingface crazy. I dont know how much more of this feeling I can handle before I just fully and completely throw my life away for some fucking noises. fucking sounds? FUCKING sounds just like flying all over the place through my head. it wayy more work that it looks; when you listen to it it doesnt sound like its a lot of work BUT IT IS FUCK! fuCK! FUKCUFKUCKUFKUCKUFKUCKFUU i am going to play shows and go crazy. because If i go crazy on stage and make it musical its not a bad crazy, its an awesome crazy. and im crazy anyway so FUCK IT WHATEVER. maybe you are crazy too? I know bashu is. hey! how are you doing? I can believe you managed to climb that wierd boat thing. I cant belive i was drunk. at a bonfire. that was crazy. I feel like i could have spent like 4 hours with every single person at that bonfire seperately, just hanging out. i felt soo crazyhyperWOOO!!!! does anyone else get soo caught up in a feeling that they have to explode forever??!?!?!? i want anyone to have any idea what im talking about!
FUCK!

OK THAT WAS RANDOM RAMBLING

I want to be a leader. Why?
Because I don't know how to follow.

Heart vs mind?
True love seems like being able to throw your life at somethig you love.

Its easier to do that the less you know about people and places and
reasons.

This might explain why I could never stay. I'm in love with a concept
and a feeling. I'll chase this feeling ss far as it gets me. How
"Faceoftheearth[clingingonto]" by 65daysofstatic made me feel a second
ago. I felt great and lonely and peaceful and restless. Overall, I'm
just spurned to keep writing, never stop. I don't have any idea where
I'm going with this...

These hands could have stopped you

Maybe?

These hands along with these arms could have brought you back.

This poem doesn't mean anything until people I don't understand give
it meaning.

Those times I spoke wrong, I guess I forgot who I was and who you were
and what that meant.

What DOES it mean?

If the silence scares me, I'll ask the questions no one can really
answer. Not quite rhetorical, just really big and vauge and subjective.

I like writing. I truly do! I like writing it down for you to see. I
like exposing everything and every part of me to anyone at all.

Hahahahahah!

I am an open-source human being.
I dare you to fuck around with my code, work on me until I am good as
gnu.

(total number of puns in this blog to date: 2)

(total number of intentional puns in this blog: 1)

About 30 seconds on a bus, and I swear I made a girl feel really good,
using only my eyes.

Here's hoping I'll say something if I see her again :)