i tried to write an anecdote, but each time i started on a new tale i couldnt end it.
brain's a little messed up now, ok maybe substantially. like my study. i cleared half my table a month ago and now it's like iraq again. cant find a place to dump all my newsweek magazines.
just like there's no perfect place to dump all that grey mashed trash, letting it decompose, maybe become nutrients and be reused.
a cycle.
i feel like throwing away this comp. now everytime i switch it on i dunno wad to do. seriously. i do nothing other than click on stuff that i've prob clicked a 1000 times. and everytime i try to start on homework which i've barely started my mind just goes bzt. like a fly into a fly catcher.
im starting to hate myself. for pretending. for acting. because im so hypocritical the joker often becomes the joke. just that ur prob disillusioned by those blood-smeared lips and stupid crackling words.
i laugh at people, i make people laugh, i laugh with people, but at the end of the day im laughing at myself. one day it could become a killing joke.
why did the chicken cross the road?
so that it could get to the other side.
but it went ahead despite the red man flashing.
cherry garcia..
11:37 PM
