Get off my face, violaters of beauty!

Antecedent to my three day research paper writing marathon, I have decided that I should probably post something. I feel as though my creative juice pool has been diluted of late, due to the mass amounts of historical liquids that have been dumped into the mix. My mind feels attenuated and vastly stretched. In other words, sorry for the lack of an interesting blog of late.

I hate research papers. They acquiesce absolutely no personal feeling, but protest mightily any personalization. It matters not what I think or feel, merely what proof historical documents seem to offer. Lame.

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