Home, no TV. Mom, no disease. Internet, close mind, so close to me. World wide. Foundation of daily social interaction. Fish. Death. Night, walk, river. Winona Ryder. Face of beauty. Souls sleep. Facebook health discussions. Hazy eyes. Mom comes home soon, hopefully. Hopefully, I am not irretrievably naive. Hopefully, the dogs and family members do not die at the wrong time. If anything happens, it happens at the right time, because that is the time it happened. I died right now. Try to pet Emerson with my foot. He is behind me. Try to ask Aaron about God. Cook shrimp. Don't be embarrassed by this. I have no idea how to eat well. Daisy is alone. All night. The dogs annoy me. No lives are empty. Jovial penguin negro baller, aptitude jetset, be pee niss, player fiscal ficus brain turd, nerd fart, little licks of mexican strip tits, maller man hole joke call phone bone jone, fool, bool... soccer, nobody justerfier.
Stegosaurus Trap... Wonder. My life is empty. I am immediate, unjustified. Where is the water, Where is my life? I'm a hole in a hole. Happy Mothers DAy, mothra. It's a good job. YOu need a cheese grater, grateful, be more of a today human. Slap the bug bites. Good old home. I am the only one who knows. No one's life is the same as another's. Surgically remove insect infections. Young people on the bridge, loud with phones, Horrible mothers, long overdue books. Drowned in the sink, chiropractor.
its over bye, haha, in a good, food (same pronunciation) night boyyyyyyyyyyyzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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