Sheep Go at Night

It's alone! I'm me! I never said that to be the one who said that.
I listen to Metaphorest for the first time. I heard them on a Levi's commercial that was just a music video. The actual video was also a music video. It was a cool song and video about waterfalls and San Francisco.
There are some girls from Dexter, Michigan. There is a boy from Dexter, Oregon. There are leaves on the ground. There are always everywhere songs. There are pictures of music outside up high.
I listened to a band called the W's for the first time. I am the 1990's staying at home watch TV on Sunny Day.
There are advertisements on every vertical surface. There are pristine kodachrome suburban streets. There are robes and baked goods. There is the feeling of a girl's tiny hairs on her skin. I don't know that.
There is an alcoholic tongue in my mouth. There is a stadium full of darkness. There are very, very, very quiet planets.
My mouth is sugar-coated. My shoes are coats.
Pat went to see Matt at Polvo's. Tim will be back from work in under an hour I presume I hope.
I should go outside as always. I read as always. Right now, I think I should be doing this. This is very me. It is what I do. I saw Ashley last night. We were great! There was quite a bit of sitting and staring. But we walked and I asked about houses and marriage.
I had a job today! It was my first day, and I could have 8 more. What a money machine. I can buy lots of coffee, damn it! I take high school tests for money. They want me to try my best, but I can do as bad as I want. On one essay, I tried to sound pretty stupid and typed a lot of run on sentences.
Metaphorest is tickling me pretty well. I want to vomit and die! Then play video games, work out, read and sleep for a while and wake up and go back to sleep and wake again and make coffee and eggs.
There is nothing happening and nothing to live for! I am going to live and love her (person I know) FOR EV ER!
I am going to visit other planets and moons (at least in the imaginary place behind my brain)!
I am taking off my hat. Consistence! For 333 years. I am liking your toadstool face. I break it off and chew it up and spit it on a sapling near the blacksmith's shop. Now you're a painting four towns to the left in a bowl of soup in a graveyard on top of the mountain where sheep go at night to pray for the soul of the universe that created ours.
The End.