Gatetrix

Madness madness madness. I can't go to bed because there are women hollering. no seriously, there are. If I had the courtesy to happily walk to my room I'd be a fool; a fool who openly subjected them self to... what? I've done it before, and from past experiences I know nothing happens. I guess they see a flash of light, but they aren't paying attention so only a drawn out violet of a shadow. No lions or witches or dinosaurs or any other cliched tormentors I know of that T- junction. Okay, so if I get in my room, I no longer kid you (or myself). I cannot sleep. now there are witches and they're cackling. Fuck tapestry, fuck the Amish, fuck clothing, fuck warmth, fuck the needle in the hay because the damage is being done! Let me fucking sleep. Our lives aren't this or that. We aren't offering a lifestyle to be envious of, well I mean, you know, not an offering but a glimpse? We'll pay for our limo cause we caught the driver off guard. Come on! fucking come on! I listen to the same musical entirely at least three times a day while playing solitaire. I'm home. I'm home.