What a strange place I find myself; mentally, I mean.
Sure, Holden Caulfield had his ridiculously stupid Red Hunting Hat or whatever, but if I'm not a hunter, then what am I?
English. English grammar. Spelled with an -ar at the end.
It's not easy to freewrite when all around you is grey matter. Grey matters most when you're looking for a place that you know.
Nothing makes cents; some things make dimes; and some things make dollars.
Things? What is philosophy if not slavery to a torment?
Lady Sylvanas Windrunner wisely puts it: "What are we if not slaves to this torment?".
Luckily for me, I'm still a horde player in World of Warcraft.
Yeah, I started playing again; after years of separation, a little bit of the game is not going to hurt. In all truth, I welcome the escape. I need the escape for a little while for I've become far too self-conscious.
It's not easy freewriting to the world, especially when you feel like you can be read like a semi-open book.
Not that I'm a cyborg or anything - last I checked, I was a human being, despite feeling like a number in recent encounters with the system.
I should upload a picture.
Which one shall I pick?
I found this one on my computer. Looks like Eevee evolutions to me. I apologize to the content creator: I have no idea where this is taken from.
Eevee is a sweet Pokémon.
Signed,
Kaleidoughscope
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Evee is an awesome Pokémon.
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