consistence state of anger
According to some research I read not long ago in the papers, excessive swearing causes impotency. Here I come, adoption.
I have felt too near the edge of breaking apart and crying and beating random small animals up lately, assholes included. More than likely, it's the influence of songs entitled "Riddim to Go" or of some equally moronic name. I can't believe I screwed myself into a little hole with the same sort of moronic name entitled "Inter-CT Debate". My eczema hurts. I blame it on the passion fruit scented Body Shop moisturiser that the ants are strangely attracted to. I found a near colony swarming over some toilet cleanser some weeks ago. I drowned them in sink water; at least, not piss.
Geometric progression is startlingly difficult. Sigma notation connotates the devil. I would beg help from my cousins, but two are neck-up in their own reincarnation of the sigma, while the other is neck-up in loss of intelligence resulting from two and half years in the Singapore Army.
posted by enveloping @ 7:53 PM
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