Thanks.

So I don't really remember writing much here, but it's Thanks-fucking-giving fuckers. Thank you all for being such fuckers. Like the landlord leaving a dirty oven for me to stick my turkey in. Yeah? Thankful bastard is probably laughing right now. And I'll laugh along with him, but the shit was just caked in burnt cheese or marshmallows or something. So fuck that. Fuck. That. But I'm thankful.

I'm also thankful for loud sounds. I've been sticking around on campus late to do ass homework.. and they have these signs set up. What I've been doing it knocking them down just to hear that wonderful clack when the wood hits the concrete. So thanks for that. Also thank you or somebody or something that I'm not so crazy with my ideas. The idea I had was using sound to sonically rupture microorganisms in water. It's totally feasible, but not practical since we already have some shit that does that to shit. So A+ for me there. I'm still going to get something to hit resonance and explode. That's my goal. I'm thankful for goals. Thank the fucking thank too. It's great.

Uh... I'm thankful for the fact that I can't hold a guitar pick. And when I strum this shit it goes flying off somewhere.

I'm thankful for friends... which I didn't go home to see because stuff needs to get done up here. And I'll have christmas to do that. Rrrrrrrrrrrrrright? I don't think they want to hear me tell them, "Thanks for being a good friend and a shithead and the same time because that's what you are. You know that you're a shithead right? No? Oh. Well you are, because you know me, but thanks."

You all know I'm thankful for so much shit though.. I'm even thankful for shit because it's so damn fascinating. So enjoy your thanksgiving.. the turkey is thankful but you need to be even more thankful for it or else you throw the balance of things wayyyyyyyyyyyyyy off. So have a happy thanksgiving... and if you're foreign just have a nice day... but bite a turkey in the ass.


So thank you for reading you dick bag. And thank me for writing because I'm such a shit pile. I'm gonna go clean out that shitty oven and get my turkey in there.... Something smells like it's on fire.

Thanks....... asshole.

Love you.

forganzidge

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Shit is weird.

Now as much as I like to make my brain just freak out and go weird, this is just too weird. Dreams aren't dreams anymore.. They're just ass problems that I haven't solved. So my brain does the next best thing. It tries to solve my problems in my dreams. Huh? I'm going to sleep or at least closing my eyes for a lot of hours. I can totally type with my eyes cloesd. Hey! Sleep writing yeah? It's totally great. What's a forganzidje?