Over a thousand words have been created in my head in such an order that i haven't had enough memory to effeciently have the time to write them down on paper (sayings with such mass proportion that during the process of creating I could not comprehend their meanings.) Lost in the waters of now-not-knowing, __________, now knows not the describing word whom wants to be comfortably placed to properly describe my feelings of not knowing.
"THERE IS NO SUCH CONCERN FOR SOME SUCH TO YEARN!" yelled to me a man I've always considered an insane sort of "time machine."
Dehumaization of prophesized nations
That come in the form of radical placement.
(i.e. F**k George W. Bush for I am as political as a
nail sticking out of one of the many boards being
connected together to build the White House.
Was it made out of wood? Who cares?
I'm going to run for president some day;
I'm a liar.)
You're on drugs.
No.
S**t.
Haha, again I've fooled the silly time machine being.
Sitting as straight as Orient
Intake cool, out take warm
I am nothing.
Buddhist philosophy has always amazed me for some reason. I'm not sure why but I think I may be a Christian. I'm also Hindu. African American, Native American, non-American, a tsunami and many other explainable weird s***s.
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Today is the day of regretful thought.
HA!
If I was wearing a blue collar and spitting out obscenities to a machanical ear, would that make me more of a man?
QUIT QUESTIONING EVERYTHING!
But if I stop questioning then will eventually my mind decide to give up and therefore have no more response to prose?
You're making it hard to concentrate.
Oh. No need to concentrate.
Dude so what are you doing tonight?
Not much, just probing my prose.
You're so weird.
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