June 2012
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We believe in nothing, Lebowski. Nothing.
There are times during which — in complete sobriety — I suddenly realize my own meaninglessness, and it is horrific. It feels almost as if my consciousness turns off and I am aware only of the fact that I’m not a significant unit in the Universe, but that I’m ultimately a composition of the same lifeless, unintelligent matter that makes up everything else, everywhere else....
May 2012
TOBY MOVES IN TOMORROW
I mean at least now the man of the house won’t be a cat
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Today everything and everyone is absolutely repulsive and I literally want to throw up everywhere
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apparently it’s not funny to feel like tearing all my skin off and setting the block on fire and running around fleshless and cackling and then trying to replace all my own skin with that of crying women and children
oh come on Ed Gein on PCP isn’t depressing it’s HILARIOUS
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