jillian, can i smell yo dick?

it should be raining, i type slow...i thought of the word fast before i typed slow like a dyslexic word flip...wrist hurts complaining is easy...rain in this song feels so real im getting wet...scratch scratch...i want to sing...for a living? if i could i would maybe i will maybe i wont julia nunes is more endearing than annoying...floating would- i could cry when my friends are sad i want to cry i wish they could all- but if they were happy would they grow? growth is important im told...dont leave me. i dont want to hangout tomorrow with him were just friends i'll tell myslef...nervous... gym now? too tired? i can do it just do it goddess of luck? or luck right?...oranges... tobias funke is falling off the rails into a turntable in the magazine i read when i should have been doing latin translation...makes me feels cultured or smart... bourbon...clowns...green means- i want to feel intelligent, terry gilliam is like ramin in some way he wouldnt like me as a person...spam!

the mind is bombarded by all kinds of stimuli.