i dont know i dont know i dont know
strange mechanical mantras keep running through my brain- stupid shit- like: "Santa's going to open a fucking restarant." Over and over again. i know this is mostly from lack of excercize or at least i think so, or going a week on synthetic opiates or just sleeping too much, i just don't know, "the money's still good its just got a hole in it!" FUCK! My knee hurts, its not so bad, just have to wait for it to stop hurting, wait for it to stop hurting, wait for it to stop hurting, i'm developing some sort of disorder like howard hughes in the aviator i just want to say the same shit over and over- Lets get in the car now- maybe its tied to sexual frustration, whatever sexual frustration really is, i'm just waiting for shit to happen around here, nothings getting done, nothing gets done, im just waiting for the shit to happen, not preparing for it but just waiting for it to sweep me up, soon i'll be a robot that doesnt think but just does, only thinks about what to do next, a next thing to do robot slave of the economy, they found me, finally, they've drugged me into submission, or subliminated me into submission SUBLIMINABOMINATED ME! No sir! I can fight it! I may never be the same as I was. I don't feel the same, I dont feel right, oh what. i'm probably just sick or something.