Maybe not funny, but I was something.

I was looking over all my old articles a while ago, and a few of them are actually pretty funny. And I was pretty good at photomanipulation. I found one picture where I changed the words "Send A Card To Tony" to "Send Anthrax To Tony". Pretty clever. At least I must have thought so at the time. Then there's my article about how much kid's drawings suck. It actually made me laugh 'cause I'd forgotten what I'd written and how good it was.

So that made me think ... I'm a damn good writer.

The end.

Or is it?

So yeah .. more old styleeee articles to come perhaps, if I can find the right motivation.

Something that's pissing me off at the moment is human nature .. like those gay ass emotions that wont quit. Well they quit .. for a time, then something sparks it all .. then you're fucked for another week while you try to think of anything but what you're thinking of. And what the hell is the point in that? Why can't I think what I'm thinking? Because what I'm thinking will ultimately depress me because I'm thinking I want something that I can't have .. so why the hell does the human body and brain do that to itself? Why does the body knowingly depress itself? What the hell is my brain trying to prove to itself .. that it can survive pain and conflict and a lack of oxygen? I think that must be the answer .. and if it is .. I'm pretty sure that makes me God .. or at least a super hero.

The real end.

Or is it?

Yes .. yes it is.

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