A bit pissed at the moment, but I don’t wanna go all emo on my blog.

I am thus trying a new therapy.

EMO!~

EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~
EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~
EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~
EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~
EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~

ye gods….

F@CK!!!F@CK!!!F@CK!!!F@CK!!!F@CK!!!F@CK!!!F@CK!!!F@CK!!!F@CK!!!F@CK!!!
F@CK!!!F@CK!!!F@CK!!!F@CK!!!F@CK!!!F@CK!!!F@CK!!!F@CK!!!F@CK!!!F@CK!!!

I once saw a poem which was about Africa, type-written in the shape of the continent itself.

My opinions on the Dark Continent are well known, but it goes to show if someone can put in so much effort to see something beautiful in something so, erm, complex; I should try it as well.

F@CK!!! F@CK!!!

EMO!~

EMO! EMO!~
EMO!~ EMO!~
EMO! ~ EMO!~

EMO!~EMO!~

Damn I’m sleepy.

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