Mark Twain is THE AWESOME.

I think I may be the most peculiar person in the entire universe. I'm a little lonely.

Everything made me want to cry today. Do you ever have one of those days where everything you see makes you want to cry? Not because you're really sad as a person, but because the beauty or the terribleness of things makes you sad? I'm having one of those days where everything seems to hit me in my bones. I had a dream about someone I used to know. I don't think I still do. They don't return my calls. I don't know if I wished they did but I still can't avoid them. My memories are too full of them and I still dream of them sometimes.

Despite all this, I think perhaps I'm happy.

I'm not sure, though.

I don't think I see the world quite the same as you do.

I think the barrier between fiction and reality is thinner than I think it is.

I think.

iThink.

iPod.

Quote

“But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner who needed it most?”

– Mark Twain

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K.H.