I dislike the word 'diary'. I also don't like to say, "Dear Individual, Blahblahcrapyouarereading ..." I like colors. Turquoise, is a funny word to hear me say. I say it like, "tur-kwozz". I guess I like the words, "great", "nice", "f*****t", "yes", "no", "maybe", "stupid", "retard", "ha", "I", "oh", "you", "me" ... etc. That's a lot! I use those words redundantly. How boring. I just noticed, "I, oh, you ... " [IOU-except, I 'owe' you] My brain is a whoredouche. Whoredouche, snatchface, c**t. c**t is bad enough, just alone. ... Is it that the world conforms to me? That was way off topic. The topic of v****a, I guess. Do not ask. No contractions. I suppose I don't like them. "Don't" is a contraction. My thoughts wander and collide ... Like the waves in a violent ocean. Does the world conform to me? No. Sometimes it seems so. It doesn't matter, I guess ... All that simply matters is that, 'I am'. I wonder if it will be hot or cold tomorrow. The weatherfag never gets it right. Hamlet 2 was funnier than I thought it would be. I always thought, "Hamlet 2!? But everyone dies ..." Still funny. Sleep ETA: In T-minus a couple of minutes, hopefully. Realistically: a couple of hours, most likely. The way the puppets danced in "Team America: World Police " was so hilarious. Comparable to seizures. ... Lose focus. Let delirium seep in. Permeate. Possess and dominate. Why is there always a cake? It's never a pie. You could catalog the thousand ways people shrink from life.
............................................................. That is all,
....................................................- Me
....................................................- Me
