Expanding Minds

I got some writing to do, but again, my head is everywhere. I've pretty much been using this journal to clear my thoughts, and I've learned that writing is like a muscle. If you use it a lot, it gets nice and strong. Strong like a dick. You want that writing muscle to tear up the "pussy" that is your audience's mind. Fucking Pound It!

Doesn't really matter though. I want to be persuasive! I want to use my words to convince some of these mother fuckers that I am right (even if I'm wrong.) This is going to be my shout out to all those who think I have no power. Women love men who are good at whatever the fuck it is that they do. Whether it's body building, serial killing, beer drinking champion, or fishing, Women want a professional. Doesn't really matter what that profession is. For me, it's expanding minds.

Expanding minds, and wasting time. It probably seems as though I'm on drugs, but you know what, that doesn't matter. I am on some stimulants, thanks for asking, but it's something that I need. If I weren't on something, I wouldn't be able to get anything done. Plus I'm just testing out this other keyboard. What can I say, it's a nice keyboard. I have a feeling Stephen King gets tons of pussy just for being the world's best horror author, just saying. That's what this last paragraph is though, just testing out this keyboard. Sweet.