i’m really ..
realised some things, so maybe i’ll be able to deal with them. or at least illegibly scrawl them over and over until I consume myself.
hmm. before anything is taken seriously it must be noted I haven’t slept.. since thursday. I can’t write my essay at the moment, so i’m going to sleep now, said with pure confidence. didn’t really realise anything, just brainly clarified it. pride, lust and envy. oh& sloth, minus the sleep. eyes seem to expand when they won’t stay open ’til you try tosleep. there was a sloth creature in the shape of a giant sleepy rat who lived in a cavern and had lost a giant sparkly ball; like the prince who lost his golden ball to be given as a betrothal gift, he sent everyone out to look for it to be rewarded. a friendless goblin was told by an owl it had rolled under a shrub, but on the way found a lost girl and couldn’t leeeeeeave her, so told some passing one where to find it and stayed to comfort/save her. lalala, 10hours later he finds her mother with a red rose, and the little girl is so grateful she gives him a pretty golden ball she’d found under a shrub. reminds me of golliwogs, try telling a 5year old her hugged-ragged collection is politically incorrect. wish my head had a satellite, I know it has an orbit and a couple craters.. minus the miniscule vampire organisms waiting to be innocently drunk by a clean smile in a clean face. i’m sorry but I dislike the word clean, it reminds me of law students and accountants committing adultery. but I can say I wouldn’t mind some escapism right about now in the form of that 5year old explaining matter of factly the processes involved in cooking crack; that’s habituation, man, forget theories of crime and psychosexuality. try to explain the oedipal period to someone who’s uh.. black inside, it shows through your eyewhites.
for every minute I can’t sleep i’ll exhale 30 _______s, and ’til then keep trying to remember the last time I lied, ’cause I really can’t. kewl bananas yo.