artists shit no. 101

This diary is an unmoderated medium and may be unsiutable for kiddies. I explicitly disclaim responsibility for any material which may or may not cause mental distress or psychological discomfort. By reading this you agree to discharge both my left and right hands from any responsibility for events that may occur whilst or after reading. This includes but is not limited to; natural disasters such as tsunamis, tidal waves, flash floods, earthquakes, bush fires and solar explosions. As well as unnatural events such as nuclear meltdowns, epeleptic fits, chemical warfare, addiction to Red Bull, George W. Bush serving a third term, increase in ratings for reality television, death by SPice Girls, damage due to nerf darts or compulsive addictions to chocolate cake. I reserve the right to be an asshole who has bad days and explodes furiously in waves or cursing and incoherant ramblings. All writings are mine, so unless you’re a sheep… DON’T CLONE!

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Yes, I’ve started again. I’ve been here for 5 years or more and this is probably the eighth or ninth time i’ve changed the look of my diary. I kept the previous entry because it’s just very me and it’s probably the best explanation of me there will ever be.

i say no to drugs but they don’t listen