One year. This time last year. It was incredible and I owe those eight people so much. I miss it so much. We became different people. It actually hurts. I wish they were here now.

And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I'm dying Are the best I've ever had

the title says it all. bad. very bad. very bad. really, very bad. not good. very bad... help

I apologise for all my flaws, my awful taste in music, my addiction to films and my inability to have a decents night sleep. But please remember, i'm doing my best.

warned by the Department of Defence again, lets not make a habit out of this...

help...please

well, it's the next day and I can say, despite my grandma's predictions, I am still alive! my livers gone and my left kidney ain't happy but we can conclude TWO HAYFEVER TABLETS AREN'T GONNA KILL ME! three might.....

oh no...my grandma is freaking out BIG time...it would seem that i have taken TWO hayfever tablets when you're only supposed to take ONE a DAY!!!! she's phoning her GP to check i'm not going to DIE...someone help!!!

nothing is impossible. dreams are nothing but the future waiting to become the present. Its your life, it's up to you. Don't make it a probability, make it reality. give it your all. i ache. all over. the pain is unbearable. out it is not yet, it is not then. it is now. it is the present. you know you can do, they know you can do it. so fucking do it, do the impossible, make it real. do it, do it now. carpe diem

yay! just had a hell of a lot of my blood stolen! woooo!! light headedness!!!! hehe i got smarties

A True Story For reasons which are about to come clear I am changing the name of the person involved to John Smith. John trained as a professional pilot several years ago and became a short-haul pilot for a well-known airline. He started a club and built his own single engine 2-seater ultralight aircraft. One day John was woken up by his neighbour banging on his front door. Upon answering the door he was shouted at and blamed for something which he had had no involvement in. He was accused of something rather outrageous and his neighbour threatened to phone the police. John was totally innocent and was quite angry at his irrational and violent neighbour. Over the next month, John's neighbour was very unpleasant, spreading rumours and making John's life very difficult. In the end John had had enough. Flying his 2-seater aircraft at 250mph and half a meter above his neighbours roof John completely destroyed his neighbours Sky satellite dish, TV aerial and his chimney. Thanks to the RADAR envelope (which stops at 600ft) his neighbour, who observed the event from his front door-step, was unable to prove John had anything to do with it - in fact John had a very good alibi. He had immediately flown his plane to the south of France. French customs backed him up. The police thought John's neighbour had gone slightly crazy. They attributed the damage to faulty roof tiling.

Screw them...screw the miserable fuckers who turn this beautiful world of ours into something ugly.

It shall be my masterpiece. My masterpiece of mind and metal combined into a glistening marvel. The sky shall bow before it, welcoming it back into the clouds. It shall be my masterpiece and it shall be beautiful.

International Freedom-flight Charlie Charlie Sierra, Lusaka approach, turn downwind and descend to five thousand feet and slow to seven-five knots. Altimeter is three-seven-seven-niner feet. You are cleared for immediate ILS approach to runway 10L. Local time is fourteen hundred hours. Outside temperature is three-five degrees and wind is four knots north by north east. Freedom flight contact tower on 118.1 Freedom-flight Charlie Charlie Sierra, Lusaka ground. Turn immediate left on and proceed to stands via taxiway Alpha. Welcome to Zambia. when i hear that...i will cry. For then i will know. I am home.

there i was walking along, minding my own business, when all of sudden...i fall off the end of the world! ...thank god i can swim eh! and for fucks sake everyone...cheer up! you're not living in poverty, struggling every day to find food, worrying about where you'll sleep tonight! Consider yourself lucky...i've seen worse than anything in this country...so buck up, or shut the fuck up. p.s. i wish i was an elf

phone; broken sanity; lost insomnia; returning and above all the realisation that the world is flat - morons!

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. And in the middle of the night it can be heard.

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when someone says to you, "i'm gonna come and kill you in your sleep" you think ,meh. They probably don't even know where you live. It's a whole different story when you're mother says it...

At 22:10 this evening i discovered, unfortunately, that my fountain pen appeared to be stuck in my hand. At 22:11 this evening I removed the afforementioned fountain pen from my hand with a slight scream At 22:12 this evening I discovered that, due to the puncture mark left from the pen on my hand, my left hand was suffering from accute ink poisoning At 22:13 this evening i discovered the net result of sticking ones fountain pen in ones hand is a great deal of pain for very little comical value At 22:14 my mother called me an arse and said there was little i could do other than stick my hand under the tap and hope the ink visible under my skin would wash out At 22:15 this evening i typed this message with one hand whilst sitting on my left hand to try and numb the pain