Ah Bleh
I can't sleep again so I was going to do a quick postie on one of the arb thoughts I had the other day. But now that my pc is all started up, I can't remember what it was about. Would you mind terribly if I got back to you on that one?
So I think I'll 'draft' this and go and read instead. Or I could go all stream of conciousness post-modern modernist and leave it as be. The conscious construction, self awareness.
Hear me now, Virginia Woolf, hear me now.
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Lawdeh...I wonder if I should delete that.
(That was me falling asleep at my keyboard.)
Ah bleh.
Vive Le Modernisme!
rah*
So I think I'll 'draft' this and go and read instead. Or I could go all stream of conciousness post-modern modernist and leave it as be. The conscious construction, self awareness.
Hear me now, Virginia Woolf, hear me now.
hynnujjjjjjmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.m,ytrrrrrrrddddddddddddddddddddddddddddtfffffffffffffffffff5
Lawdeh...I wonder if I should delete that.
(That was me falling asleep at my keyboard.)
Ah bleh.
Vive Le Modernisme!
rah*
Labels: about a girl, arb nonsense, insomnia, lit stuff, on her weirdness, who cares...
posted by rah* at 3:06 am
4 Comments:
strange enough that i could not sleep either. but when i tried to connect to the Net again, come mysterious force repeatedly told me that my user name and password do not match.
So I took to reading till 1 am.
cheers to insomniac read-a-holic bloggers. may we take over the world.
this is how fight club got started. lay off the pot glorious queen.
OH, you forgot the first rule of fight club
is it true?
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