Shot

Dirty Fractyl
2002-06-08 05:33:11 (UTC)

1am failure ascessment

I think back on my fixations when I was an 18 year old. 3
years later, they differ little.

I spent about an hour making pictures of gorilla men using
paint shop. One of my favorite paintings of mine in high
school was a painting of monkies in suits. Wow, I'm really
growing up.

I'm writing a story that mocks the Bible by aliens sending
down a fake message from God so they can take some animals
from us to play with their DNA. 3 years ago I wrote a
novelette mocking Biblical stories and human nature. I
continue to progress so far.

3 years ago, I was convinced that love was hard to find.
Now I am just convinced that true love is hard to find and
not ruin.

Yes, in 1999, I was smoking weed as much as possible.
Right now I am awaiting trial for misdemenour possession.
My progression startles me.

I turned 18 and was excited I could vote. I have yet to
cast a single vote. Way to exercise those rights.

Unrequited love was a popular subject for my poetry. Now,
I lack the depth to even think about my feelings.

I'm just so damn impressed by myself sometimes that I don't
know where to begin.




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