I dream myself to sleep.
So, this is what happens when I'm buzzed enough to go bowling, but still sober enough to drive to Starbucks by myself and get a drink.
The following three thoughts have come up in my head in the last 20 minutes or so, and they are COMPLETELY insane and horribly incohesive.
#1: I bit myself REALLY hard because, for some unknown reason, I really wanted to feel physical pain.
#2: I really want to taste my blood again. Yea, don't ask.
#3: I'm fucking tight. Not because of the above 2 items, but more for other memories of encounters that I am proud of. Specifically being super drunk but still being able to maintain a conversation with my dad's friends.
Again, don't ask.
Yea, that's all.
I do this all for your malice
The following three thoughts have come up in my head in the last 20 minutes or so, and they are COMPLETELY insane and horribly incohesive.
#1: I bit myself REALLY hard because, for some unknown reason, I really wanted to feel physical pain.
#2: I really want to taste my blood again. Yea, don't ask.
#3: I'm fucking tight. Not because of the above 2 items, but more for other memories of encounters that I am proud of. Specifically being super drunk but still being able to maintain a conversation with my dad's friends.
Again, don't ask.
Yea, that's all.
I do this all for your malice