My Imagination Station!!
I’m so furious at my self for trusting my imaginatory glands again. It lulls me in to a false sense of security then draws the mat rite out form under me. What’s the point of even having these imaginatory glands if it just going fill your head with ridiculous notions then prove itself wrong rite behind you very eyes (it being in your head and all) its like every-time i see someone i like i only see the good in them, then i take all that good and my mind goes of into some fantasy land where the grass isn’t greener on the other side its actually a pale brown and me and sed person a blissfully happy but then i wake up to find that sed person is screwing some cheap hussy with big boobs he met at a wet t-shirt contest rite next to me all over my green grass GAWD!!!!