my novel

i'm writing a novel about the world. it only has two lines and ends horrifically, here it is!

-Everyone is full of piss and shit. Everyone dies in the end of my novel, The World.

I'm not sure who to dedicate it too yet, but i think it's pretty good.

Maybe you should come over and eat some ice-cream, or some freezer pops. I bought some reduced fat ice-cream on accident, so i need someone whose watching their figure to demolish a couple bowls guilt free.

I also feel the urge to urge.

urges are a hard thing to get a grip of.

i'm urging all over the place.