rebellious grandmaw.

i think i'm like, post-delusional pre- sleep.
because well i've been talking in circles and triangles and squares all a-like for about
24 hours now. and i'm really not making sense at all.
but nothing is really logical in my mind. nothing needs a strategy.
only strategical triumphant famous celebrities who live off of gnc and eat whole grain asshole.

sometimes when i listen to music i imagine it taking over my brain and sometimes i see myself acting like a whole new person.

sometimes i would like to unleash that person.
but who am i kidding, i'm a pussy. we all know it.
i only have 3 more left. i'm having a competition with myself.
i ate every single one.
sometimes, i wonder what it would be like if slept in a suitcase for one whole night on a huge airplane with foreigners voices to wake up to, wondering if they're actually noticing the ruckus being caused in the suitcase holder above their seats.

and sometimes i wonder what it would be like if we all had asteriks as eyeballs.
(*)(*)
that basically just looks like, boobie tassles.
but how weird would that be? we would all look so fucking cool.
it would benefit some who binge out then throw up until their eyeballs hang from a long filmy, slimy, pink, chord.
waiting to fall into the filthy toilet water that once held a stinky piss.

i like the smell of rain, most of the time.
wouldn't it be cool if our armpits could produce the smell of rain instead of b.o.?
we would all smell so attractive and get laid twice as much.
we would never be stinky!
we would help decrease air pollution.

was that simultaneously a "go green" add?

obama, my nigga. it was.