tatooz2

I'm desperately in need of some decent sleep. I'm feeling a bit trippy so I know I should try to some more but I'm thinking I'll need to resort to drugs which I'd really rather not do. Maybe. Then I'd spout off insightful things, like how I can't climb up the mountain, it's too damn high. But I'm sitting on the couch, or I guess now bed. Or the keyboard blends together and the screen starts to move. Then I get frustrated at my inability to spell things correctly. I get pissed and flustered (ha) because I'm not so into typos. You know that they teach people how to spell in elementary school? You'd never know it. Not if you were reading my haze induced writing. Then it wouldn't matter what I intended to put down because obviously people can't read words that aren't really words. I'd know what they meant but only me, and really what's the point of publicly printing, writing, blogging, your thoughts if only you know what it all means. It seems wasteful to me. Is someone jumping on my back? Because it's hurting pretty badly. I'll bet you someone is taking a hammer to my head. Well, I guess I'll have to wait for it to stop or for my back to break and my head to shatter like a little empty piggy bank. All that would be in there is two cents, because that's all I have to offer. I have no wealth of knowledge. I can't pay society back for all it's done for me because I'm obviously quite poor. Don't blow away all of your savings on a disgusting amount of mind bending things to smoke, pills to pop, alcohol to overindulge in. That's just my $.02. People shouldn't listen to the hypocrite. Not that deaf ears can actually listen. People can learn to read lips, though, if they really want to. The majority would never bother. It's incredibly hot and I'm feeling slightly crazed. A teeny tiny bit. "No", people are thinking. "This? Her? Crazy? I would have never guessed it." Well I do and I probably am! But in a way that's not dangerous to the crazy children or insane adults (I won't rule out teens). So I get a pass. I should lay on my back and hope that I grow bored enough to fall into a light sleep, only to be woken up by a LucyLola scratching at my door, using me because he just wants to get in my bed. No luck, LuciferLolita. I need my leg room. Shorties have to stretch too.I want to go out and do something. 555152
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