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
20/04/14
19/04/14
Compostellisation
"Tu as libéré les ténèbres. Tu as produit la lumière, afin..."
To those worried about me, I'm feeling better today. I've got my favourite band playing through my headphones and I finally managed to get some sunlight.
17/04/14
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