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Ahh, The Cure. I really haven't given them enough listening time I think. That is, until now.

I'm listening to their fourth album. It's called Pornography! It's pretty good. I really like Pornography. When it was released, people said that Pornography was too dark and gothic, hard to digest. But, I think that's what makes Pornography interesting. It's not afraid to wail, or say "I will never be clean again", and sound like it means it. That's what I like. Also the drums are particularly heavy in this. Not fast or anything, just pounding. So, in conclusion, Pornography is good.

My friend is gone now, and he left his potato here too. It's growing horrible tumour-like growths on it, and it has this kind of crooked smile on it, with perpetually raised eyebrows. As if it feeds off it's own curiosity. We threw it around a bit too, so it's become all scratched and misshapen too. So it's just sitting there on my desk, looking out at the distance, almost longingly. Like it can see through the window, see the eagles flying, see the people like ants below, and it just wants to join them. Or crush and destroy them all, which, to be honest, would be more likely from such a demonic looking spud.

Ahh, that's some good water I just drunk.

My nose has been so dang runny lately. Like a marathon runner. And every time I blow, it's like it's doing a sprint section. My Nose's cardiovascular fitness must be insane by now. Ever since the holidays began it's been like this. That's a whole week from today, pretty much! Although, I think tomorrow, it'll finally take a rest. About damn time. Just like every other part of me, it'll soon be infected with the apathetic laziness I've grown so accustomed too.

To be perfectly frank, Mr. Shank, I've been having a really hard time actually writing on this thing. I've done so many different drafts of all my posts. But. Whatever I talked about just seemed really trivial, like, who the hell would care? But then realising that kind of helped this wake up I had. I shouldn't care if what I'm writing is trivial or not. It doesn't matter if people like it or not, as long as it's something I want to mention. Cause after all, is this not what blogger is forrrr? And I also have to thank A friend named Jimmy, for some kind of weird shout out he did on my blog. So, I guess I'll return the favour. By doing the exact same thing for him! So, go on everyone, check out his relatively decent (okay, it's pretty fucking good) blog: Here

Okay, that's all for now folks. 

Catch you on the flip side. 

Rotated again by 63 degrees.

And then lightly broiled to perfection.

Once there is a crispy outside, you'll know it's ready.

If the skin turns into a scab, it's been too long. 

Serve with Chamomile tea and a good book.