I blew my brains out against a white wall. When I turned around, there was nothing there.
There is nothing unique about the word "unique".
The more you think about things. The more important they become.
I write things down to make them go away. Thanks O'bama.
The more you search your soul. The more you realize there is none.
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MARK'S MADNESS
Non-FictionIt's 3:am. Time for the madness to begin. I cannot stop the thoughts rolling around in my head. The only way to exorcise these unending demons is to write them down. From the sane to the insane. I now share them with you. Prepare for a roller...
