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so yeah this is my notification ringtone….
i think there maybe danger in angel grove….

the rantings of an old man….
so you see there is this old man.
he sits and twiddles his thumbs.
never really does anything,
but he is there.
just waiting alone in the darkness.
a corner not touched by much.
Until.
the moment in which he so over powered, so over joyed, so exuberant.
the twiddling stops,
the 40 watt is burning,
and he begins to scream in my ear, like ranting zealot.
i, through he’s words, am solely in charge of making letters make forms through
ink, pixel, or vocal patterns……….
this is how i write.
bored.
kinda tired.
wishing and hoping always seem to fail me.
so the hard way is the only way i get anything done.
randomness.
Meh.
why? hair, why do you have to be so curly after i bathe you?…. o well… #MORNING YOU LOVABLE ASS INTERNET PEOPLE THAT I WILL PROBABLY NEVER MEET #BUT I WOULD RATHER MEET AND BE FRIENDS WITH THAN SOME OF THE BAG OF BONES HUMANS I KNOW OF.
(Source: frickenfignewton)
Wind kisses (Taken with instagram)
