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instead of reading the fucking dumbass bullshit which follows this link, follow whereverywhere this link leads you.
reading is an excellent way to pass time when time is impeding the natural flow of things. i dont read as much as i want to, but i do recognize it as a valid form of procrastination. plus it can be somewhat enjoyable, especially if you enjoy leaving your own pathetic excuse for a life and taking over someone elses pathetic excuse for a life, over which you have about as much control as you do your own. i always make plans to read things (usually to procrasinate), but i usually end up listening to music to procrastinate doing the initial procrastination, and it goes on and on until i end up doing the same unhealthy thing. introspection. you know my life is so...(we at the dead zone would like to take this time to aid you in procrastinating, so you dont have to listen to this partial-misanthropist rant and rave about their life is this and their life is that, and they cant stand this, that, or the other, so every now and then we will let a little in so you can get the gist of whats being said)...blah, blah...(we would like to)...complaint, complaint...(say)...woof, woof...(that we (the staff) really)...hate...(like/enjoy)...annoying...(reading dean koontz novels.)...eternal...(hes a wonderful)...idiotic...(author who utilizes)...throttling...(many different)...alienating...(techniques to keep his readers)...puking...(reading. his)...broken heart...(books are filled with)...loneliness...(suspense,)...i cant wait till i kill those...(action,)...i broke my wrist while...(horror,)...blood, everywhere. but still it was fun...(humor,)...i got my revenge... (romance,)...ill get my revenge...(and surprise endings.)...i just care too much about things, but i care too little about things and...(i hope we here at)...i dont care...(the dead)...they dont care...(zone could)...show you all...(help you)...eventually die... (procrastinate)...with own hands...(from
procrastinating.)...self-centered and i dont think it will ever heal. thanks for listening. just knowing that you cared enough to listen to me tell you all the things i hate about my self and the world in general, makes me feel like ive found at least one person who cares, and that things might...(thank you)...eventually get better...((yawn) hmmmm.) ...i doubt it...(shut up.)...bye.
[to be read with ominous overtones] more to come later...
teleport my rotting corpse back to the dead zone.
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