Friday, 26 August 2011

Excuse me while this blog takes a long time.


Was grace that saved a wretch like me.
But no grace was saved for me.

Living, breathing, loving, dieing.
Leaving, singing, dancing, falling.

Should have, could have, would have.
Would never, would always, can we?

Love is blind, love is wonderous.
Love is dangerous, love is what it is.

If death is dying and life is living.
When do the living start dying?

What do you do when your very thoughts become fragmented? I don't know anything but to write them down. Maybe if I write them it will help banish these odd thoughts. Or maybe it will just send me deeper into them. We lost again. 4-2. My hands throbs every time I move it. So every letter written is like jamming a pen into it. I was quite proud of that. to liken writing to a writing instrument causing pain. Just like so many have done before. Have I done that? I've written so much I must have. Everyone must do it sometime. Because the brain is as much a pen or a keyboard as anything else. It just works faster. Every time you've insulted someone you've orchestrated it milliseconds before you open your mouth and let fly with the verbal barrage.

But I digress. Something I say a lot but never bothered to find out what it meant. It means to turn aside from what has originally the main topic. So if I digress it means I turn aside from the main topic. But I never end up going back. It's less of a digression, more of a leaving.

I need painkillers. But I also want to finish this blog post. The unfortunate thing being I have nothing to talk about. I did just make the worst remark to my girlfriend yet. So I suppose that's something. (Bangs head against keyboard)  sd. THAT'S IT. I bang my head against my keyboard and I get "sd". That sucks.  I have a killer headache now. Maybe its because I hit my head on the keyboard. Or maybe I'm just in a bad way.

Taking a hiatus from League. Not on purpose but I suppose that it's a good thing. Larger than normal patch and I hit dial up speeds the day before the patch goes out. Just my luck.

Donec occuramus Iterum Conveiniant

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