i love quiet but sometimes i love the sound of conversation outside the room for the first time in several years two of my uncles and my father are standing together in the house the middle child looks like he used to 10 years ago unshaved long hair shirt and pants folded up folded up because they are trying to catch a snake in the store they have brought a drunken man to do the job its Jerome K Jerome in the house right now but at least its beautiful apparently they are going to pay the drunkie with our old computer i hope they keep the snake alive death is a horrible thing i believe they are going to call my dads gangster friend over now i have been thinking lately i always wanted to play an antagonist Clayface or Iago from Othello or Alaudin Khilji etcetera etcetera second thought i wonder if Lil Wayne dreamt of being a rockstar at one point of his life maybe an ardent childhood dream maybe the reason why some of his rawest songs are delivered over an electric guitar or maybe its just a disability to see reason in everything maybe some things just are anyways been thinking too much about Corcovado Girl until last Tuesday but letting it linger away wash away from me bathwater on body not my kind of ride is what i would say ordering Panoxyl & Urea Magnesium B12 The Monk by Matthew Gregory Lewis Polypropylene Case Camel Golds Gold Gold Goldie Sigh anyways i says anyways Soham Bouncing Now.











