SATM is reading silly posts by other people on another website on the internet with high-speed.
SATM is reading silly posts by other people on another website on the internet with high-speed.
"O reason, reason, abstract phantom of the waking state, I had already expelled you from my dreams, now I have reached a point where those dreams are about to become fused with apparent realities: now there is only room here for myself. "
-Louis Aragon
satm is mad that their computer is slow!!!
aka me![]()
Someone is playing video games and becoming one with a comfy chair in their pyjamas.
“Words are very unnecessary; they can only do harm”
- Enjoy the Silence, Depeche Mode
SATM is considering having a midnight snack...
SATM has just been greatly dissapointed
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
satm is overcome by sadness because of this dissapointment..
SATM is listening to Eagles and drinking Pepsi
Something From The Past Just Comes
And Stares Into My Soul
satm is hoping for lasagna for dinner
satm is sitting on the porch, wondering whats keeping him.
We can never know what to want, because living only one life we can neither compare it with our previous lives, nor perfect it in our lives to come'
Milan Kundera,The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Parce que c'est toi, parce que c'est moi
SATMS is thinking of a friend in need.
SATM is wondering why she no longer has any friends. She hasn't a clue.
"...if you weren't smart enough to get a pedophile in a dress to put a small amount of water on the child’s forehead, then what the eff did you think was going to happen?
SATM Has died.
penuriosus est is quisnam denies scientia
Asa Adams
Currently reading
Ethan Frome
Portrait of an artist.....again*sigh*![]()
SATM has taken their first breath.
penuriosus est is quisnam denies scientia
Asa Adams
Currently reading
Ethan Frome
Portrait of an artist.....again*sigh*![]()
We can never know what to want, because living only one life we can neither compare it with our previous lives, nor perfect it in our lives to come'
Milan Kundera,The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Parce que c'est toi, parce que c'est moi