ah. stronger....oh and sober. a sober beach. but that reminds me of sobe drinks which...i like the nirvana drink. its addicting. im still fighting that one off, its rather persistant. its...yummy.
chairs...eh who needs em? sand can be comfy, build yourself a dune and ya got a nice place for a few ppls. sharing is good. most of the time. but keep the cold ta yourself. not to be mean but, im not a fan of being sick.
im so happy i made a smile. i could do a happy dance. except i Don't dance....speaking of that tho....club? island paradise, already have the loverly ppl, the ability to make a place...just need music....right?....
can i be the official tool hander outer? then i can feel like i'm contributing. and i'll sweep the sand out of elmo's sandy floored office. or will there be some stones?...oh well either way. anything else i can help with? i like helping.
ah thats what dadaist means. i only remembered like two words from art class that i overheard the teacher tell this really talented girl. it was of no use in this case. wouldn't it be a kick if that's all i needed to know for life?
i would say i don't think i know how to follow a set pattern, but if you see me in the mornings its pretty much all the same pattern. otherwise not really...i can be particular.
oh and if i know what needs to be done, i can bark out commands and be a puppet dictator, but you have to yell at me to get me to yell first, cuz im usually soft spoken and get totally ignored. but i can yell well when i need to. but not when i need to. like if i got mugged, i couldn't yell even if anyone wanted me too. i dunno why. i just go aphonic at times. its not fun.
this one time, a friend told me that i should Everything on my mind. i was chatting. i looked at the email i was writing her. i think it was 4 pages, without bout half the stuff i thought, but not the important stuff, that was in there with a lot of filler cuz rambler here. i decided...i shouldn't do that to her. i try to filter the really random stuff out and leave the rest in, otherwise i'd just never leave and have 15 page posts each time i hadda go and...well maybe not all the time but often enough. i can go on about dust bunnies. that was a product of watching too much molly. the clown. we won't have clowns will we? nothing 'gainst them but...eh...all that makeup. and i'll think of molly, who was sweet, but molly will either lead me to think of school, or the band molly hatchet. and then i'll get paranoid about a cannabalistic hatchet weilding smart crazy man coming around and breaking up some idle idyllic place. i'd be sad then.