wow it feels weird to post here, consider this a disclametory bullshit post so that i don't feel the need to explain myself any longer. i felt like writing this one story yesterday, actually it was saturday night and i started it out with the word
seven
and i figured that's a good enough start as any, since this is sort of a big deal. so i took that seven and decided to not post any capitals in this post, or a lot anyway. those two things are unrelated, but the point to this post is to disclaim the fact that i will be posting some characterisations, descriptions, and detail research on a certain story for a certain purpose, and i don't really care who reads it.
this is all just because microsoft word de-creatifies my life, so, yup.
things that are keeping me up to speed: the graval I'm about to take for this stomach ache, I'm a poet, hard ass, and I'm counting down until one, I should be a rapper because my life just drags on, I drowned before and now I'm back to make the most off my problems, I never realised how exploitation of feelings make so much money.
what? I don't know.
night
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