phaedrus
the parched, thirsty fellows lingering in the desert to find water through reading a book, what a negative way to quench anyones or beings thirst. i first xplored the thought of a thought, sorry i have to go,i dont even get 60secs anymore.later
pretending to be asleep while my mother was helping my dad study and all i can remember is trying to figure out the answers she was asking my dad; the leap that required faith in myself during rockclimbing; hellpaso; driving; the color red vanishing intogreen somedays; will farrell when he was over played; searching for music; not being able to save money; needing resources; spending so much time on school work(for nothing); anxiety; talking to God; just being there....that was the weirdest one of em all.
...brainfart.
i have no health insurance on Aug 22 cause its my birthday. so what do you think im thinking about when the word MISSION comes to mind? ill tell you my lil reader, fan, attention speculate; i dont work full time so the thought of receiving benefits through my job are not even on the table, my dad has money but he has never given me anything worth talking about except my computer which "broke" recently due to imaginary water damage, so what makes me think he might volunteer his hard earned money for my health? i see why people become doctors now, well at least why the down to earth people who hate long hours of contribution but love to give a helping hand to poor folks like me become doctors, because they want to help people in unfortunate circumstances, man if it were only enough. who has any suggestions? how about you mister Alyxander? yep you!...
well you can always sell out in any form or nature, even if it means scraping up shit off a wall that was left by a 68 year old schizophrenic old hag wanting your dick constantly....lets do it cause i want to play music for the rest of my life: oneworld onelove
zombies, zombies!
beyonces' to the left only came to mind,
so i pondered on where she was during the attack, is she okay?
fuck mainstream media and all of their brainwashing maneuvers that sneak into just of a shy of everyones mind. id find my way out through a ventilation shaft if i really needed to, any way out of that mess is a lot more difficult than escaping a zombie attack, zombies are brain-dead humans with a compulsive eating disorder, don't even laugh when i write this because we all know this is true, i have never heard of a zombie that all of sudden just got full and stopped eating, shit if you have i think you and i need to have a little chat on this subject, id probably bring up the hot topic of hiring a professional camera crew to catch this rare act of nature; id like to see the face on the person who that zombie was about to bite, my expression would be something like,"OH!WHY ME! WHY ME! BRO! BBBRRRO! BRO! DONT TASE ME BRO! FUCK BRO!! bro?Oh what, huh what?(all confused and shit) what...your not hungry? oh shit man, are you sure? if you bite my leg i picture it not hurting that bad bro, go ahead bro take a huge biite bro. umm.. hey guys he's not hungry anymore....shit if i caught that on camera and put that shit up during the zombie apocalypse going down in 10079 a.d. i think ppl wouldn't be that scared of taking their kids to the park down the street that often during the far,fetched, unbelievable future bro.
Constraint activity never bearing the right to be let loose cause of a simple bridge that needs be built to actually give a reputable foreground on ones belief and livelihood needs to be taken down in order to enjoy life.
Who would have ever thought of disrespecting a Nun? Not me, but what i think about them is not so harsh i mean the aspect of what they stand for is respectable, right?
well this is probably the outcome of what came to mind right after i read decorated, from here on out i will just write to write because that will be exactly what pours out of my mind; at least i get to boost up my 60wpm in this time i spend writing what comes to mind.