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jolene needs a focal point. 
Like how undigested fibres ends up in the toilet bowl, unprocessed nonsense gets discharged here.
Do you get, do you get a little kick
 out of being small-minded? 
You want to be like your father 
It’s approval you’re after 
Well that’s not how you’ll find it 
Fuck You (GWB); Lily Allen
dialogue
  
jack-in-a-box press it pops
       
         
Monday, March 23, 2009
                RE_
         My last entry was dated December 10th.
Re-reading it was rather amusing; it really seems like I died there in Japan.
Well, Jolene died during the massacre that is blocks.
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I take back all I say about last year, because studying for blocks has been nothing short of a painful, horrible affair that bordered on mental and emotional self-abuse. Cramming information into my head without comprehension was somewhat like stuffing sausages down the oesophagus without knowing exactly what type of meat went processed into it. My head failed to function; it was a hurricane-ridden mess of confusion up there in the decomposing remains of the brain.
And one experiences an epiphany in the most random of times.
Suddenly, there was this desperate need to blog.
Like, mental egestion.
After being constipated for so many months I finally had the runs.
Welcome back, Jolene.
        
                 
         
         
              
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