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Swearing is something I don't often do. This last month, it's become my thing. I've found myself swearing at every little damn thing. It's not because of Deadwood, I can tell you that much. That show has elevated cursing to an art form. It sounds like fucking Shakespeare.

I'm even swearing in front of my brother. I don't really give a damn about it since he ain't ten no more. He's a big boy who can handle a few fucking words. Shit, I mean, they're just words. If the intent behind them is bad then they become bad. If the intent behind them is benign then they're just fucking words.

Hell, it's not like I'm killing anyone softly with my words, killing softly with my words, killing them softly... with my words.

Shit, you'd think I could think of something funnier than that. Apparently my brain is fucked at the moment. At least I'm not shit-faced tonight. Man, it's thursday and I can't believe I ain't shit-faced.