Exploits of a Manic-Depressive

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constantflux:

just happened.

OH GLORIOUS DAY!

I wouldn’t let you sleep in the snow.

I’d invite you in, set up a mattress and lay next to you because you’d no doubt be freezing.

You shouldn’t take the late night ramblings of an insane, drunk, drugged up man seriously.

And now I go to sleep.

With little care for what comes when I wake.

Never again shall I partake in this foolish game called love.

HA!
Love.
What a concept.
For that is all it is.
A concept made up by poets and storytellers to instill hope and give mating and companionship a more glamorous facade.

Love is for fools.
Because that is what it turns us in to.
And that is what it makes of us in the end.

For you see, foolish lovers, relationships, bound in love, always end, one way or another.

So why even bother.

Vicodin and booze.

Lets see if anything interesting happens.

Wise man never play leapfrog with unicorn.

I don't give a shit about anything anymore.

Seriously.

ohh….I’ve got Whiskey.

What's the point of falling in love?

No one will believe you.