The world is fucking mad. Oh well, it isn’t like it was anything too important. Oh wait, it was! Oh well, Only 30 minutes until they come to pry open the doors. No biggie right? Unless, well, I suffocate. Then that would suck. I wouldn’t want that. No, that would be bad. Hopefully they will be here soon.
Anyways, who cares, these elevators are ventilated right. Shit this kinda sucks though. Im not stuck in here with some hot girl and we have share breath with each other to stay alive. Well, like the indie pixie vixen they don’t really exist anyways, so seeing that would actually be worse than not seeing it. It would mean im hallucinating. Which would be an unfortunate event, leading up to my evaluation with matt. Maybe he’ll go easy on me knowing I was just thrust in a box for 45 minutes without any way out. Or not. Who cares, its just fucking Evergreen.
Do I curse too much? At times I feel like I do. I have to keep the words pure for their use at critical times when it really matters. I want to say when something is fucking good or fucking bad, not when something is fucking alright. Is saying “fucking alright” about the equivalent of saying im an extreme moderate? Im not sure. It feels different than saying fucking normal. That has some meaning. Fuck the status quo, fuck life as we know it, etc. All that anarcist shit. Fuck! I did it again. Oh well, its fucking alright.
Breathe in and out Ben, you aren’t going to die. At least today.
Wow, I really want a cigarette right now. I bet they would even be understanding, but I think that’s in bad form. I try to be a nice guy, and I’m trying to cut down on the cancer sticks. I think going against both would be a pretty bad idea right now. At least that’s how it feels to me. Maybe I should just let it go. But I can’t, so I won’t.
Honestly, Is trying to be a nice guy something you should just let go anyways? That seems like something irrefutably good, worth hanging onto. Alright, Kool Keith’s coming on the final mix of my life. There aren’t many better ways to go out right?
Ben
Post Script: I am alive.
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