does she own a sundress? it doesnt matter.
but in my head it does, perhaps i want something more like a woman.
and that's why i hate society, it's carving lithographs in my corneas
of what is common rather than what is unique. no, that doesnt make any sense...
lets start over.
i think alcohol is overrated and overpriced.
why get your body depressed with more shit when life can
do that for free without the bitter taste? oh wait, life is way too fucking bitter tasting..
hahaha
but thats my problem. i love sleep, but i love being possessed by sugar.
or rather rockstars/redbulls/coffee.
because i move subsonic, and i dont have time to look back at my mistakes and consequences alike.
but no one really likes that i can get away with what i do.
in the end, its easier to piss off the world, than to make a single person completely happy.
so, sugar is my peyote to reach my chaotic nature of splurging ridiculous nonsense at mach speeds of... 25mph?
i love my girlfriend. just so you know. just so i know. but either im doing everything fucking wrong, or theres something fucking wrong in general. clarification from a priest or god would be great, and no i dont have a disease... but i am bitter.
