Sickness
I can’t help but notice that everything is passing me by at blinding speeds….
Wait it might have something to do with the fact that I’m standing in the
middle of the freeway watching cars drive by. Would Peter Jennings and
Felicia Hardy make a happy couple? I think if you were an animal in the
woods, the highlight of your day would be some other species of mammal coming
into the woods in bright orange and chasing you. I’m tired of hearing about
stuff that means nothing to me. Its bad enough that we have local news that
doesn’t affect me, but to tell me what the rest of the world is doing is
ludicrous. Sitting here in the dark has made on thing perfectly clear….I
can’t see, Mmmmm Hillary. I also don’t understand this compulsion with big
hair. I think if I were a woman and married to some real big, hairy guy, I
would appreciate it if he would beat me up once in awhile. No I’m just kidding. In fact
I think spousal abuse is clearly wrong. Abuse in general is wrong. In fact
if I ever see or hear of anyone abusing someone, I’d like to track that person
down and beat the shit out of them. One ball continuously bounces, and the
force travels within the sphere, from the center to the far reaches of
existence. Meanwhile the surroundings are meshed with colors, and in the
forefront objects float freely, distorting somewhat like jell that cannot
keep its shape. Which reminds me of a dream I had. The problem with that
is I can’t tell you about it. I hate it when people are so inconsiderate as
to smoke in front of you and have their smoke constantly blowing in your face.
God, put that thing out!
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