net Mere I spend eighty percent of spare time thinking about shit literarturizables. As I drive I have the habit of thinking about things that could write and implicating my friends and experiences loquacious of every weekend or every fortnight, or every twenty days or every time we meet. Like the time a friend and I ate hot dogs at a place, then we went and the next day I gave money to that friend was telling him what he owed to the dogs and said he thought he owed me money have paid me for those dogs.
But I also think of other experiences, like I was hit five times by the same woman in different parties the same day. If such a thing is possible. Or like the day I met a porn star amateur vidio which hovered a long time for the cell. Or the day I recorded my first porn scene, I deleted right away so as not to leave evidence that I'm a terrible lover.
Sometimes I think about the unbearable lightness of being, the unfathomable darkness of literature, interpersonal communication ethereal. And all those things that are very simple but apparently in the literature are complicated, like trying to open a can of beans using a nail clipper instead of lifting the eyelash of the quick release. Other times I think to hang out. Today I had one of those days. I thought a series of dreadful ideas to make a post. And I can not think of anything better to come to fill space. Like an emo, a teenager, two, and also mixed with a goth refrigerator.
But I also think of other experiences, like I was hit five times by the same woman in different parties the same day. If such a thing is possible. Or like the day I met a porn star amateur vidio which hovered a long time for the cell. Or the day I recorded my first porn scene, I deleted right away so as not to leave evidence that I'm a terrible lover.
Sometimes I think about the unbearable lightness of being, the unfathomable darkness of literature, interpersonal communication ethereal. And all those things that are very simple but apparently in the literature are complicated, like trying to open a can of beans using a nail clipper instead of lifting the eyelash of the quick release. Other times I think to hang out. Today I had one of those days. I thought a series of dreadful ideas to make a post. And I can not think of anything better to come to fill space. Like an emo, a teenager, two, and also mixed with a goth refrigerator.
Isaac Ventura
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