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1. Go to TacoBell
2. Order anything off the menu (even the soda)
3. Ingest orally

I hate TacoBell.

Anyway. You all should check out my poll if you haven't already, 'cause some of those stories are fucking hilarious -- even if you don't write one, just go read some of the responses.

And, I'm also single again. Note me if you're really curious about the details, but it's a story that I've told too many times over the past few days, and I'm glad it's over.

So, I've been thinking of deleting my entire watchlist (725 people) -- 'cause I just can't keep up with everyone -- and find all of my favourites through the Browse button. Thoughts?

Oh, oh, oh AND it's my birthday on the 24th. I'mma turn 18. Yay excited.

Random factoid: My favourite three animals are Snakes, Chinchillas, and Kestrels, in that order.

Broadest road that i can travel
i am drawn by what i see
spirit living deep inside me
is fighting to be free

i'm a homeless man who's trying
(and i do not have a home yet)
find a place to lay his head
find some comfort in this journey
(just another taste of pleasure)
at least before i'm dead

there she is inside, waiting on another
chance to make it right
there she waits until, her brokenness can brake her
and finally be still

and these sidewalks speak of demons
(there are demons all around me)
they are stepping on my toes
and my head just spins in circles
(i can't even stop this movement)
round and round it goes

and i've got so many pipers
(and i think i hear my song now)
leading me right to my death
i'm a slave to my indifference
(and i'm comfortable in chains now)
i'm a corpse with borrowed breath

there she is inside, waiting on another
chance to make it right
there she waits until, her brokenness can brake her
and finally be still

Shattered ~ William Fitzsimmons

I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within.
Gustave Flaubert

A writer is a person for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.
Thomas Mann

All writers are vain, selfish and lazy, and at the very bottom of their motives lies a mystery. Writing a book is a long, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand.
George Orwell

*DeviantsForTheCure <-- Great incentive! I'm so glad to be a part of it.

Thanks for the subs, guys. You rock