I wish I could stay in a constant state of intoxication. Everything would feel fine.
The sound of the florescent lights is all i hear. There is white everywhere; the floor, the walls, the ceiling is white. I feel the cold and its lonliness. I look around to see if anyone is there and my vision only lets me see those distant blue blurs, like ghost, move. All I want is to look at the stars. All I want is to feel a peace, one that is only felt when you feel you are free. I am not free and I find alternatives for peace, but It never lasts and It’s cold and white once more. I bet the stars look great.
:D ok see you there man!
I get paid Friday. Will you be at eucharist this saturday?
I awakened on my couch at 1:10 p.m., death in the afternoon, and it was hot, the sun ripping through my torn shades to rest on the jar in the center of the coffeetable. “Francis” had stayed with me all night, stewing in alcoholic brine, swimming in the mucous extension of the dead diastole. Sitting there in the jar.
Im awaken by a redundant sound, a banging on a wall, what I though was the resonant sound of our heart beats from my dream, but it was just the neighbors banging hammer on nail. It’s just another day.
Do I offend? It’s a release and should not been taken seriously or else it would of been said somewhere else besides the internet. Plus whats with making that such an indirect statement?
TROLOLOL. This is the funniest thing I’ve read in a while. Would of been really interesting if it wasn’t spam.
Stress has become common and anxiety takes over. You can see it my face and I can feel it in my health. I guess its time to man up and have a glass of scotch.
My legs are numb, a thousand needles pierce through my skin and I cannot move; I cannot walk, but it’s ok because I’m waiting here either way.
Oh god, the only thing I’ve eaten in the past day and a half is two eggrolls. How am I not hungry still. udhfius