reminescent bullsssssssssssssh-it... still stinks like it... and i guess i gotta admit... then things were never gonna be the way you made them seem.. more epic than this............... life....being a surrealistic dream... so how come everyhting....doesnt ever mean anything... i swore i wouldnt step in this shit again... but here am i...almost neck fucking deeeeep... and so it goes...and goes... making each day... much more bleek.. or i guess for you it isnt... and truly doesnt mean "dick".... how can answers with no questions.... being any un-clearer... and nothing ever "clicked",, how the fuck did you come to a conclusion on something so impossible to even put into tangible thoughts or words... and how do the thoughts not get tangled into an undecipherable raional of thinking.... or not.... guess ill never know... being a self proclaimed basically irellevant fuck.. but then how did i crash through the windows of perception of what we call real.... without being stuck.... here.... in this big pile of shit...
Reason for writing:
bus riding rambles.....
Birth sign: Aries
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