My name is Nelson. I blog whatever the fuck I want. I am a mess of feelings and thoughts and likes and dislikes. the same as everyone else. maybe I'll show that here. I think I'm pretty funny.


29th July 2012

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fuck prompts.writing challenge

4 something that is part of your routine that you enjoy.

me sleeping at about 3-4 every night and waking up around 1-2 every day

that shit is fucking perfect

anything else is not a routine for me.

so instead of giving a fuck about this challenge prompt I’m gonna write whateverthefuckiwanttobecauseifuckingcan

I just watched the machinist and It was too fucking tense for me to watch. I hate it when i watch tense movies that don’t end well for whichever character i sympathized with. fuck that shit. you can’t give me that much tension and then not fucking resolve it. There was a predominant theme of Fyodor Dostoevsky in the movie and I fucking need to read like all of his shit like right now. That and like 3 posts i saw today from him.

I am feeling all poetic and shit but not feeling expressive, just feeling sentimental and whimsical but not loquacious. I feel languorous i think.

Also I have been having wicked cool dreams lately. Like I spent hours flying around in my dream last night. the laws of physics and aerodynamics change to allow me flight when going downhill. I also have accidental teleportation and can be flown around while hanging off a bird that I have lit on fire. and then I meet people going to texas and I can drink delicious soda.

i can fucking drink soda in my dream and i think I tasted it and felt it on my tongue. this shit is fucking revolutionary.

I’m gonna stay conscious of and within my dreams so as to manifest a continually novel lucid dreaming capability.

plus I’m getting fucking (re)inspired about writing and locations and underground tunnel systems and potential places and shit awfuckyesssssssfuck.

also i shouldn’t have sent that fucking text to samin.

fucking everything sometimes.