my clocks are outta time and they are makin a song with my computer fan
and that is real as the taste of the pringles in my mouth. been for a walk, streets seem way wider without people. this is a pretty lonely time, i might look back at these terrible journal entries one day and shake my head before going out onto the porch to blow smoke rings with my exotic wife and her apocalyptically proportioned bosoms.
but maybe not
e: like 10,000 deviantwatch messages lined up lets see what these strangers been up to
ee: hey fuck this guy with 12,000 views in 6 months and 4 deviations