Thanks everyone that has had something to say, by the way. I know I don’t say much back but I’ve read your words and I appreciate your input and your willingness to do so. I kinda feel like expressing my negativity sometimes so I can take a look at it myself, I guess. But it’s hard for me to be really conversational about it, I find I already know a lot of the solutions but it’s the underlying motivation that’s the problem. So talking about them never gets me much farther then frustrated.

Not to trash on you folks that haven’t said stuff. You cats are super cool and I love ya. Thanks for not unfollowing me while I’m extremely unproductive and hopelessly whiny -winky face-

I’m made of cheese,
Literally, like the moon
Craters shedding curds into space
I like to think I’m a mozzarella,
In that when I fall apart
It’s in long elegant strands
That are fun for others?
Maybe, but until then
A big ball of cheese I’ll be
Waiting in the sky, till Christmas
When I’ll be covered in nuts
And served,
Spread on crackers

Maybe I should make a tumblr just for my inane writings

I’m depressed. Almost every morning. That eventually becomes kind of a non caring feeling. In the evening my small creative sparks are consumed by this air of uselessness, and then I eat 4 plates of nachos and watch minecraft let’s plays and hope to god my intestines don’t give out.

I just don’t know anymore.

ideas this morning

record cheato from banjo kazooie singing i can’t get no satiffaction

record advanced eye rolling technique video

owenneil:

http://www.livestream.com/manateemck

All you suckas better tune in!

TOMORROW AT 11 WHEN will you have a chance like THIS again in your LIFETIME

Watch these dogs with my bros guys

owenneil:

http://www.livestream.com/manateemck

All you suckas better tune in!

TOMORROW AT 11 WHEN will you have a chance like THIS again in your LIFETIME

Watch these dogs with my bros guys

Holy mackerel - fish fulla holes
Ain’t got time for a magazine.

You ever have the feeling we’re all inherently vile, evil, ruthless people, and the measure of how good we are is based on how much of that evil we ignore, put aside, or fight against to come across as our desired moral standing?
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Or like am I just a raging psychopath in denial.

twofingerswhiskey:

highkeygay:

generic brand

no no you don’t understand

in canada

this is an actual thing

I’m so happy this exists

My mind is at a blank
It seems that those that grow close to me
Always drift away
Or is it the land on which I stand that is moving?
Like some posh sea fairer trailing down the Mississippi
Making briefly a friend in summerly conversation
As they keep pace along the shoreline.
I’ve never seen myself as the one
Disappearing around the sunset hills, low lying and warm green
But perhaps it’s just the boat I’ve been on I’ve never seen
Alas, I feel alone
And never at home
Like no one’s really riding along with me