sshit i forgot today is bloomsday!

i'm not a letter rockist. or a lettrist.

If he had smiled why would he have smiled?

To reflect that each one who enters imagines himself to be the first to enter whereas he is always the last term of a preceding series even if the first term of a succeeding one, each imagining himself to be first, last, only and alone, whereas he is neither first nor last nor only nor alone in a series originating in and repeated to infinity.

when i was wee i usta write cursive fs all over the place dozens and dozens of them connected like a pattern. once i did it all around the border of my spelling test and the teacher appended AIL to my line of fs for 'making a mess' and i failed the test, but the real point of the story is fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffuck her

what a bitch.

she's right though fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff doesn't spell shit

er uh... since i could write, i have grafittied the letter "S" in one odd corner of every house i have ever lived in. like the inside space above a closet door or other random spots like behind a water heater. or under kitchen counters. exposed basement girders. etc.

i don't know why. the secret games of kids ya know? i grew up and can't remember how that even started.
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you guys all know each other = phagggggggggsss