my left brain sounds like the verbal equivalent of someone skilfully playing the harp; eloquent, flowing and exquisitely composed. when necessary, it can provide me with astonishingly fluent anecdotes with which to impress my peers.
my right brain jus wan some got dang spaget slupr slrup
the things i say is a terrifying amalgamation of the two as anyone i know could confirm
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my crappy, existential thoughts dump
Randomnote from the far future, in much better times; consider this book a diary, an archive, a live day by day biography- of the lowest point of my life so far. draw entertainment from it, by all means, but take it as a warning, of all the bad that comes...
