Mid-Shit Thoughts to Share at my Eulogy
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"Wasting my time?"
... I like to think of it as ensuring my concerning imagination a future in the writing industry.
For those willing to read my madness, please note that to take my philosophy seriously is to trust a caterpillar with directions through a maze. It's not logical in any way and did I just use the classic and awarded film The Labyrinth as a reference for bad decisions, yes. But that's not the point.
I have nonsense on my mind and not nearly enough ears to torment. It my not be as wise as the philosophies you're used to but it's sure to make you snicker.
Welcome to my world of deep thought and endless sarcastic remarks... It's a fucking train wreck.
Also fair warning, I don't censor. You want to hear my opinion you'll hear it, but that doesn't mean you can later report me for a violent 'potty mouth.' Know. What. You're. Walking. In. To.
*every photo and cover used in this is of my own taking and creation*
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