For some reason, I just can't seem to focus. It's strange to think that I may have a kid soon. I don't know what to say here, except, I just made a sandwich, and my hands smell like onions. Fuck I hate strong smells. I can't seem to get them off my hands. I know onions can be a manly scent, but damn, this just isn't my cup of tea. I think though, that I can safely say, that writing about onions is re-wiring my brain. The less sense these rants make, the better. I don't think people actually read this crap. Doesn't really matter if they do.
Writing is positive. No matter what it's about. Boy, if I were to really write about the things that were on my mind right now, I could be put in jail. Actually, that's not true. I think that anything that is written is protected under free speech. But actually doing shit is what puts people in jail. My thoughts include murder. There, I said it. fuck it. I can say whatever I want. Blood makes me squeamish though. So, no thank you to that. Better to just meditate it off. You know what I mean. Aah. I feel better.
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