My first blog

So this is his first blog and he doesn't know what the fuck to write.I don't know anything about him. Sometimes, I so feel that I have gained every bit of knowledge about him but the very next moment he is a complete stranger to me. He is blessed with so many colours and characters or is it a curse? He thinks he is a special kind but is he? 

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He just sits on a bed lying on the floor in the attic of a house he doesn't belong, there is a heater next to him that works when it desires and he is considerate enough to care but doesn't care to do anything about it, the carpet floor is a mess, caps of  beer bottles like is in to the whole getting drunk thing but he is not , worthless papers and a novel lying next to him but he is not a reader, ash tray over flowing like muddy water from a well and ash from his pipe decorating the table with a bunch of rings made by the tea cup to top that, he owns a bunch of clothes not worth to any fashion lying around the house more on a chair than in the cupboard. He knows its a mess but he doesn't bother, he knows it wrong but all he can do is stick all this shit up his ass and say  ''Oh! Crap!! it my fate!!''. He blames his  fucked up life and he can't do anything about it, he thinks he is not lazy and to be honest he is not sometimes i mean only sometimes when his non existent ass is on fire but lazy enough to ignore things and say ''Oh! Crap!! it my fate!!''.May be he is just crazy or just naive to decide what he wants  as thoughts and memories crowd his head every single night stuck in his head like a needle which can be felt but U cant do anything about it.

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