this

i wonder if being free would exhaust me


i want to just ask EVERYONE:
does it really not surprise you that you're human?
(maybe i'm new at this...been chillin in my corner of the sky"

feel like i’m playing a video game and i’m more aware of being the player than the character--instead of being super involved and invested, i’m watching with detached interest, rooting for me but not trying too hard or getting upset when i don’t get the coin or i fall down the hole.

utterly bewildered...at reality, humanity--class??! work?? rent??!

this song moves me sideways...sitar strings dancing into dream

having a hard time reading in Spanish and retaining comprehension....
it just sounds looks like music

i can’t handle people asking things of me
sometimes, these times
it’s more than enough to be

acupuncture is lighting the joint for the little man in your tendons, to make him chillax.

dear humans: “at your funeral, i was somewhat sad.”

i hope the apocalypse brings people together.

M&Ms or chocolate chips are a succulent and delicious treat, and should be enjoyed as though each individual candy has a personality.

This is a new page.

It can contain anything.

So far it has only contained the very mundane.

which, if i may say.
(and i WILL)

is fucking fantastic.

also: thoughts should also be treated as individual morsels.

It would be fun to watch the movies Jack and Benjamin Button in a row, perhaps one would enjoy a catharsis of the mind in doing this.

be-cause what is time?

we should go sledding.

"i’m in a brain mode right now" -brendan?

"you can’t take a cloud and pin it down" -brendan?0

"can’t be having stuff in my nothing space!" -ed