well anyway

i have nothing of any particular value but promises are promises and i promised myself i would get this thingamajig back rolling and like on a consistent type basis so that is what i intend to do even if it means just sitting here pecking at this keyboard and rambling on about how i make all these promises to myself and rarely keep them but here i am pecking at this here keyboard and kinda thinking that it is very awkward yes very awkward to somehow get your ones arm twisted around just right so that you can slip the knife right on in you know slip it right in your own back because at the end of the day and even sometimes during lunch or even in the morning i seem without fail to be able to do my own-self wrong and wishes fulfilled except the opposite and it is even tougher with the whole knife removal cause not only is it a real tight and painful angle on your arm i mean but if you remove the blade real slow you can kinda see and feel all the things you told yourself you were gonna do but didn't do so it's like you get to fuck yourself all over again and your arm kinda hurts a while after-wards too.

i need a clean towel i think.

bwbout.

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[EconGrrl]

"There is not much to choose between men. They are all a hopscotch of greatness and littleness, of virtue and vice, of nobility and baseness. Some have more strength of character, or more opportunity, and so in one direction or another give their instincts freer play, but potentially they are the same. For my part I do not think I am any better or any worse than most people, but I know that if I set down every action in my life and every thought that has crossed my mind the world would consider me a monster of depravity."
W. Somerset Maugham in The Summing Up