I am about to write a blog about nothing. I didn't get to blog this last weekend because of studying, a bachelor party, and an NFL football game. So here it goes.
Thanks for nothing she said. I had this dream about a love eternal, but I couldn't breathe. I felt a little bit lonely, but I couldn't get the theme song for H Street out of my head. Simple pages were in my mind and it seemed to anger the bloody rage of the titans. I was told to be somebody, but I continued to ask, Hear You Me? I would say I told you so, but that would be a fire coming out of the monkey's head.
Weapons of mass distortion kept me awake, making sleeping a,here without you, moment. But I was A.S.A.O.K. with the thoughts of let you down memories. Uptight feelings lead to a downpour of emotion that could only have felt like tonight. New York, NY was where I wanted to go, but holding me back was the drugs for me.
I told myself she will be loved but I couldn't run from the singled out, kiwi, form of not being myself. Our time is now, and nothing but backwards could take that away. Bad stone is the reason the white boy is back and we just hope to dial nine-one-one to anyone. Good riddance to all the people that do not believe comin' back is an option. 10,000 days is too long, by the way there was a Stockholm syndrome case of frightening Sunday's best.
I have a secret I wish to share with you. Hyper music is the reason fidelity and helping the poor exist. Bliss makes me bad and only makes me feel starless. Someone should issue a missing person's notice for sun rays and Saturdays. Back to the good old days when we were broken, escape, six, and "I'm like a lawyer with the way I'm trying to get you off."
I believe I am getting tired of this growing stronger and into something like a song for the deaf. Stories like these make you want to look at what you've done and just add a --The End--
I needed to write something and so I did. So I wrote a story using my motivation, my girlfriend and the songs on my random iTunes list. I took a song name and then wrote a partial sentence, then added another song name. Song titles are in alternating bold and italics. I tried to change them slightly to make this grammatically correct. So if you read this far, you are probably thinking... Thanks for nothing.
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Thanks for nothing. I mean, it sounded incredibly profound and poetic but it is still about nothing. yeah...thanks.
I'm glad I'm your motivation, even if it motivates you to write about nothing :)
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