The end of an all together uneventful day led by the emotional remnants of a "fair" exam, fried chicken and cheese stuffed portabello mushrooms, with tidbits of a Returning King, all subjected to and muddled in sleep.
Dreams are a curious thing - a thing I'd like to discover the answer and meaning to without the psyched-out analysis and chemical compositions.
People: the definition of "science project gone bad"- insert "the joy of the city" people everywhere, all of them nothing to you- wanting to live in a pseudo-reality where the laws of MSN rule.
Do I dare continue? Is there meanining at the end of this jargon? Is the sky really blue? If I drop a feather and a bowling ball from the top of the Tower of Pisa, which will land first?
Taking nothing personal and expressing my personality.
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