It's all bullshit. The browser you detected is also full of shit. You're both full of reasons and of matter of fack reasons.  Fuck that.
That's my mantra.
Fuck that.
Fuck that.
Fuck that.

Spinning in infinity

I'm watching the best movie ever: Avalanche Sharks

 The description is:

(2013) A snow Avalanche awakens humongous, prehistoric sharks that proceed to chomp on bikini-clad coeds.

I've gone a little crazy.  I do that from time to time. It's fun. Good?

I don't know, but I'm am writing which I should do more of.
Although you don't read it. I should still practice my prose.

It makes me feel better.

I've got pure imagination.

It's best if I get it out.

Occasionally I deliver beautiful dissertations.

Delivered from my dreams, orated from the drunken opening in my face.

I don't recall those, so it's better when I put my fingers to the keys and dispel the negativity that wants to sink to the bottom with me.

This reminds me.

Just remember two words:

Fuck That.

Avalanche Sharks.

It's beautiful.

Who cares.

Zero Fucks.

His prose.

Is moxie.

Damnit, just be cool bitch.

ugh, you know I hate that.  You know, the time when you're super excited for a first date, and something comes up with the lady in question.
I had made plans for a date. 😊
I can't believe I just used that emoji.
I digress.
We had recently met at work and had some good conversations.
I thought about it...
Went for it.
Nailed it.
It was supposed to go down tonight.

Sooooooooo sorry!
I have an issue to deal with.
No worries
Rescheduling is an option
Thanks for understanding.

Cool, that's all.

Damn I was excited
A little deflated
I'll be ok
What's for dinner?

It's Them, I love.

As you know, I go crazy pants when I think of her. We were supposed to have  a  date.


I  woke up excited. I went full retard. I digressed.
I knew the only hope for me was to partake with my friends.  The best ones. The ones I love. You know those two. The ones with the dogs. The ones I watched this weekend. For a minute.

Those lovelies secured my passage. They also filled my belly.

That's  not why I love them.

I love them, for who they are are.

They are real..
My besties..
Hey Rob and Jenna.

I

Fucking

Love

You

For Reals?

it strikes me now, when I'm purely wasted. Shit. She's here. After all the years of this and that, fucking in the car port. You know, the usual.
 I let her go with the "Grammy Arms" person in a car-to-go. WTF
Where did I go wrong.
It's Memorial Day.
I'm drunk.
I wish I was high
The TV said " life's a journey"
I laughed hard, cause wtf is happening.
Is it here for us to tempt each other with other options that are not right.
Is it best left not to speak of, for truly, I love you.
Maybe, I don't and this is all for the best.

Who fucking knows how the wind blows.


Call me darling

Drunk with the only saints I know

that's the usual theses days.  I know a few, and commiserate with them often. It's the only way to be in this town of perpetual Peter and Patty Pans. There's always something new right around the corner and most cannot or will not deny it. Go have it. Learn about it. Fuck it. Do not give a shit about it. 

Them's the rules. They disgust me. I want a girl to take away the heart ache. Make me breakfast.  I'll buy you anything. Brunch? Cool. It's Tuesday...

It's a new year my dear.

That's what I would say if I was to say I was a writer. I'm drunk. That's also what I would say. Well I am am, a writer.
Where to start. Where goes my heart. Up and down and , who cares just shut up.  I've got 20% gold in my eyes, and it looks no different than those colors I see. On tv. It's Mr. Allen or Mia or someone who loves those colors that I feel so taken with.
Someone's always in bed with a bad oyster.
Is it me? Is it her?
Is it either of us.
There is good, there is bad.
I wonder how the the things will fall. For they sure are up in it. Currently.
It crosses my mind that I don't want to see them fall.  However , I do.
I must.
Right?