It’s like waking up in the morning, all oh-so-English in my thoughts, then bending over to pick up the tabo. Thoughts of coffee hang around. I used to have insomnia even before my addiction to coffee. Starbucks. Mmmmn. I’m no longer that much inclined to coffee. Tea perhaps. Yeah, I told you, oh-so-English. There’s the good ol’ instants. I really don’t need much. That’s what I think. but needing another individual seems just about needing a lot.
Seawater corrodes things faster. Mythbusters? I lie on my back, floating. Seawater, turn me into foam already. This mermaid has lost. My voice, my man. The real grimm brothers’ tale.
Sissies. Aren’t we all? even the great dictators must have cried also. I think people would pay more to see those than they would for porn. Okay, some people. Then again the, "Where are we headed?" I go like, come here, see, this ’ead up ’ere tends to have lotsa questions already. You make questions too? Like, dun ya ’ead got nuff to worry ’bout for ya to be thinkin’ up sum more? So I go like, shut your mind up, dude. Then look around. Listen. Feel. Now. Today. See, this won’t happen again.
It didn’t happen again.
I’m ’fraid they would go barging in on mi door to stop mi cryin’. It’s okay, I go like, I’m sad. Let it go.
I didn’t know when a heart gets broken, it kinda goes on breaking . . . like a verb that just won’t turn into a past tense already. It’s like always a present tense, you know. Like now. Like it got broken some time ago already, but it’s still breaking until now. Does this never stop?
They go like, I’m just bored. I guess. Angry? I’m trying not to anymore. Coz I really don’t see why I should stay mad. I’m like either happy or sad. Even if I only alternate between those two, I get confused nuff already.
Material girls. Yeah, nature is like the female or something. I can’t generalize though. In my case, I do easily get attached. Even if I know they’re only passing. I talk to trees. They don’t answer though. It would have been cool if I was schizophrenic or something. Then trees would talk to me too.
When I don’t write, it’s either I got none to say anymore, or I got much too much that my thoughts paralyze me for a while. Right now, I guess I just think I already wrote just nuff.ü Gudnytü
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