Sail Abyss Sea - Celibacy with a Southern Accent.

So Adam mentioned something about how girls he met were playing "Marco Polo alone in the Atlantic". I thought that was a pretty awesome line because ironically I've just been playing "Marcos" Polo alone in the Atlantic. Can't wait until July. I hope this actually happens.

I don't care if it's a couple months or a couple years. I want to live happily ever after. What does "happily ever after" feel like anyway? There has to be purpose for living. I believe life is just full of irony. Life is ironic. Period. So many hidden messages found in everything. Whether it's in a bottle floating off to bumfuck-egypt, or just metaphorically playing hide and seek to mess with you. The feeling of relief when a strong prediction is made is one of the most interesting feelings ever. You just can't tell nor can it be described. It's so intriguing the way irony seems to tie everything together so perfectly.

Everything happens for a reason. Is that so? I believe it. May I mention about these hidden messages once again? How is it that I predicted something so serious early last year, and it happened in December? I tried so hard not to believe it. "No, that's terrible. Don't predict something like that!" Sure enough, it happened. How strange yet tragic. I've learned to trust gut feelings and not ignore them whether negative or positive.

So I don't think I want to go on anymore, because I don't want peope to think I'm completely psychotic. Plus, I'm running on sleep deprevation since yesterday. Though I realize I'm much more creative when deprived of sleep as well as any other deprivation of something. Ceibacy from something is just a positive term of deprivation to me. Think about it.

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