So! It’s the end of the world and I feel fine!

I’ve decided not to hold anything back. For better or worse, that’s life right?

True. I figured I might as well help you out with the writing of these… things.

They’re called blogs.


Sarcastic little fuckhead, aren’t you? Anyways, So today was interesting in the fact that I got no work at all done. I started to, I got my music set up, yahoo mail open with the mailing list all nice and tidy, and just as I sit down-

Someone knocks on the door, fucking up his concentration. lmao, it was the funniest thing I’ve seen. And it happens a lot with this guy. You’d never thing that when the Alters not in control, we don’t notice anything, but MAN OH MAN! Jackhole the mighty had a fucking fit! Well, not on the outside of course.

Pretty much. It’s like them oment I sit down, something knocks my mind off track, like there isn’t really anything holding it there. I’m starting to think t hat maybe I have some sort of mental-

Don’t say disability Morgan. You and I both know that it’s not a disability. I mean, modern science and psychology says it is, but who the fuck are they to tell me what the fuck I am!?

They’re called scientists for a reason, Reason. Oh right, I forgot to introduce our readers, whoemever and whenever they read this to you. Readers, I’d like to introduce you to my Alter, Reasono Dellanulla.

Actually, it’s just Reasono. Buuuut… Just stick with Reason. It’s what he’s been calling me for as long as I’ve been around. 

And that’s all the time we havwe today! Cause switching back and forth like this is a real pain in the ass and it tires both of us out.

Happy end of the world you sons of bitches! 

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