October 12, 2012

Make me a believer.

I am CJ Curry. This is the Experience. And you are in the eye of the storm.

EPISODE ONE FIVE THREE: CRUSH ALL MY HOPES? PART 2

So, part of the whirlwind is done. I now can has a medal and the medal is shiny. That shiny medal goes in a collection with my other shiny medals. As a result, however, my legs are screwed. Damn! I miss the Curryland pentathlon now.

And on that note:

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one.

the beats the beats

there is a piece of paper in my pocket because i put it in there to remember a phrase, a thing, an idea, something that randomly jumped into my head for some reason or another it doesn't matter, but when i pulled it out again it was all smudgy and i couldn't read it, and the idea has been lost forever...

lllip.

I have fallen in love with these girls again

Don't blame it on your shadows.

After the math of yesterday, I was utterly beaten. And bruised. And sleepy. I think I put myself through far too much yesterday, but I was at least reprieved of one. And now I relax.

Tomorrow, I die.

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