buses. the disassociative ride that i take everyday. does anyone have change for a 5? come on i need some help here. the singles i gave him wouldn't make his ills any less sickening. above my new sunrise a glutton voluptuous spilled into the isle feeling the day out rather well. but the cigarettes are buy one get two free i'm told. maybe i wasn't but now they see me hear them. nothing is free was exchanged for a rather vapid explanation about over compensation. i should have kept the ants, i miss never knowing i had someone to relate to. now they are compared to me. i sleep just enough to not. and live that way as well.
solisis:
why is it you even subject yourself to the world of solitaire? do you not know the layout of the sewer system in your town yet? have you checked which manholes are easily accessed? have you timed the street lights or discovered the alleyways? which neighbors have dogs and which aren't even home to notice you running through their yards? have you yet discovered the jurisdictional separation of emergency units both emergency and authoritive? or perhaps the frequency of which they converse? high grounds or low grounds? not even the shades? time is all we have, friend, but even time wears thin. make haste then, and prepare for world war three as though it were already in full force.
solisis:
and by the way, i'm lacking in dexterity so severely that it took me three misses of the submit button before i was finally able to navigate my curser over it properly and add to your journal the supreme waste of space more commonly identified as my comment.