Francis Hamilton (born_a_disease) wrote in paragraffiti, @ 2008-08-24 15:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | francis hamilton, seth nightlord |
This day is currently competing for the title of the greatest day of my life. I get the shit beat of me for trying to help someone, close my eyes for a second and wake up in an alley with some senior citizen asking me why I’m dying in his spot. I somehow can’t make myself believe in God anymore after this, not that he’d like me if he existed anyway.
So, let’s get right down to the question of the day: Is there an explanation for me being here, or is this one of those no explanation occurrences? Or maybe I just got my head smashed into the floor so hard that I lost consciousness and am now dreaming, which would make more sense than anything else I can think of right now.