I am tired of trying. TOO BAD. It hurts in my heart. GET OVER IT. My pain is profound. WAA WAA WAA.
A childhood friend of mine was murdered. My roommates parents are separating. My dad has cancer.
Feelin' blue? Join the crew. Rhyme away your time.
Anguish allows apathy. Alliteration alleviates angst.
My sorrow is like a simile.
My tears are metaphor.
I'd fight off 10,000 hyperbolic armies for your love.
I am depressed. I DON'T CARE. I have issues. WHO DOESN'T. I need love. WAA WAA WAA.
About Me
- Sam Landfried
- From Brad, dude, who introduced me to Omegle: "lol dude theres a line you must be willing to cross to make good comedy"
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Disclaimer
None of this is meant to be taken seriously. This is a practice arena for me to experiment with writing. Thanks for checking it out. Enjoy.
Third Shift Explanation
All the Third Shift entries, denoted by "Title -TS-Chapter #-" started as a book I wanted to write telling about my experiences as a third shift waiter at Steak & Shake, an all night diner. It seems to be turning into a collection of essays, mostly about individuals. I'm not revising them until I finish. I don't know when I'm going to finish, so I guess I'll commit to revising after I get 10 entries. Some of it is pretty bad. I recognized that when reading through them today. I can't get caught in the trap of rethinking my momentum though. I need to get 10 chapters done before I analyze their value and decide to continue or not. I notice a trend where I'm goofy in the writing until the last paragraph where I try to be profound. I would like to know if its working or not, or if it seems forced. I didn't do it consciously, so I think that is a good sign but I think I sound silly. Anyhoo, that's what they are, they start with "Third Shift - Intro" from September.
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