Ive come down with a recent case of the Illness. My side-effects include uncontrollable boredom, depression, laziness, the inability to do any real work or give a damn, and the ability to write more poems then anybody can read.





I'm posting this again cuz I like it:

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I feel that all I am is all that you can make me out to be and to be I must know who I am

I am a Deviant who's Identity is only justified by what doesn't slip through the cracks of this colander cyberscape

An electronic quake that will break every pixel of your monitor and melt your eye sockets on the way to your cerebellum

Saved and implanted in a zip folder on your C drive as a long lasting existence, rivaling immortality

"[:WARNING:]- Critical error, files erased"

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Please, define me