life's funny. you know when you want to confront the world with ground breaking self discovery drama, but then 3 hours later when you get home you completely forgot what that drama was about? should that be the over insight for drama? forget whats it about 3 hours later it wont matter? probably but its much more fun to live those 3 hours in he said she said. although, i do not endorse drama.

so. who knows. i wanna maybe smoke a bowl get insightful on you but you have maybe seen an eighth of insightful in those whole almost 2 years of writing to " make my writing career better", which if you haven't noticed i gave up about a year ago because that's money i don't have and I'm way to lazy to give a fuck. call it depression but hey kid, that's life. gulp it down, it happens.

so lets talk about things that don't matter.

rants are my favorite.

i could rant about a lot of built up indemnities that pertain to this certain subject but I'd rather read a book like Prozac nation and rip my eyeballs out of my sockets. I'd rather smoked 50 bowls to my face and bluntly tell you in your eyes i haven't smoked weed in 4 months. truth me told I'm packing one right now. i have half an 0 sitting by my side which is substituting in your place, kinda like faux for fox.
why let the shitty shit get you down, when you know if you dropped what make you down you'd be the best at whatever is presented before you in that dropped box.

Song of the moment: Does this offend you? yeah. - with a heavy heart. i have to pee. this doesn't want to make me pee but i have too.

i hated my life completely like an hour ago, until i got way to high to notice slash care about things that really matter. does this happen every night for a reason, or am i just eluding myself from this completely no fictional fiction i make up for my life until i decide to actually care about affairs that seem to matter to normal people i see on a day to day basis.

just reading over some lyrics I've written in the past couple months you can see slight changes in my personality and its more like hurricanes of emotions of thoughts surrounding what ever night that happened at the moment i wrote it. you could read a month of memoirs and either consider me a physcopath or a genius.