I'm just waiting for my man, 26 dollars...in my hand...
this is an experiment i'm just goign to wirte whatever, i don't think i'm going to worry about typos or punctuation too much. i just wanrt to keep typing until i stop but thw what wi;ll i type? maybe my mainfesto. but that woulkd be better left to be written and thoughto out i keep hitting delete. won of the points of this was to not hit delete. i think i', ready for a change in my life because i' sick pof beeeing fuck that trwading water. i'm just afloat but that doesn't get you anywhere. i keep waiting for the current to take me to the shores of happiness byt i need to swim for my self wiching won't make it so., i just sat up. i was too leaded back in my chair. i did smoke some pot ewarlier but not too much i just decided this is something i want to do. im not looking at the screen. i'm just trying to type as fast as i can. i don't do thast home row shit, i never learned it. instead dammit i just hit fucking deleyte again fuck. i hunt and peck but t it gets the job done. my hand i s startin gto hurt. it must be carpal tunnel syndrome. that was the bad guy from the incredibles. i liked that movie, along with most of the pixar films except cars. too damn redneck for me., i'm listening to the velevet underground cause that first alubum is rerally food. good. good tunes man. that's what it's all avbout . good tunes. i'm done.