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FUCK! (this may be why i cant draw)
why must there be so much darkness drowning out the beam of light that i am trying to be? and now, my friends, i am going to slip off into my own little world. (not that i would slip into someone elses little world)
as the light begins to fade and the darkness overtakes, my body goes to
sleep, but my brain remains awake. i like to twist reality, i enjoy to tell a lie. i climb up on my throne, i look up to the sky. blue, green, red, yellow, pink, swirls, bursts, and explosions. spinning and running dont trip. come on inside bite onto your lip. Theres a rat in the corner and a dog in the sky, a cat in the water and a fly on my tie. the project will continue as long as the window stays two thirds of the way open. put down those water colors and make sure the subject does not escape. All of a sudden WIND. we must first scour the depths of this meticulous matter. we cannot falter. we need to find a thought to grasp. one we can hold onto. Time to ride. paranoia does not exist. I must get out. Up ahead on the left you will see a junction. Ignore it. Haha. None of this should ever have happened. We should have laid low. If you can promise me anything ill try to do what you say you dont want, but really do. However, im not all too sure what that may be. Here, hold my helmet. Do i know you? sometimes you seem to think so. Do you know me? of course i know you. you should know that i know you. I know. we are I and I am we. can you be us? I dont know. It should just be me.
Its all a tangled mess. Dont even bother to ask. Im surrounded by worthless gray matter. Im up to my knees. Look at you. where the hell is that smell coming from? Liver. Yuck. Why me? why is there change glued to the walls? why not? i wonder if theres enough for smokes. Dont get burned. That shit can get pretty hot. The sunset looks good from here. It reminds me of that feeling that you get when someone tells you that they arent quite sure what time certain little things are supposed to happen. But then again, who knows? some people just dont seem to have the time to care, learn or even think. Others think too much. If you ever really study them, you will notice that some of them go by more than once. they are re-runs. If you will. Then there is that damn ticking. It always exists. There is always one annoyance. Everyone has their own tick. I, or we, or whatever, have several ticks. Not always the same, but always there. Sometimes thick, sometimes red, and once in a while, very sharp. NEedle. Behind us to the right is where the thing that does the stuff hangs down from the whammy. when you knock the bobber just right the deal hits the spring and junk goes everywhere. Dont blame me. And dont come to me when you find yourself swimming in a pool of orange gel-oh (jello) What can i say? IT happens. Now that i have finished shouting, i am going to go ahead and crawl back into my ear and take a nap. One more thing. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!
SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE!