i feel like writing something completely incoherent something so completely out of its own mind that it swirls into your head when you try to make sense of the baffling words twisted and distorted with nothing much other then the eyes opening to the look of the page which so far doesnt have a lot of material on it but as the non-punctuated mess builds it will confuse and abuse the reader and maybe even tell me something upon the lines that I like popcorn and flat language lessons in a legion of blinding brilliance that takes away from the substance that filled me with joylessness and the punishing word processor that stamps out sentences or in this this case a sentence because rather than pointing out the breaks and structure I will run a test of complete anarchy and discord in the words but enough about the words how about a quick thought to spare about masturbation in the shower that pure feeling you have when your shaking your stick when your flogging the rod when your beating the beef stick when your in pure bliss with water all around you and your hand and your bell-end are getting faster and hotter and eventually goes BANG and if your a guy you know that is the end and the only thing that can get him back up walking and talking again is a brave pair of tits in your hands in your hands in your hands holding a gun and pointing it at someone aiming it directly in their faces then running away rather than the golden mosquito not showing up as a spelling mistake and messages on the instant messenger are flying in and your completely overted to feel like there is no stopping it because we all need to stop and think sometimes and stop reading and stop television and stop talking and just think and stop beating off in the shower and just think think and think some more about what you are doing and where you are until this ties a knot in your thinking and you keep thinking oh no I'm going knowhere and because of that im never going anywhere and because of that im going nowhere except into the nothing divide of hiding a strange place with no taste sound scent rhythm or sight to see in the beautiful endless sea of infinity I hold myself apart and together at the same time bringing everything into a big opening ceremony with big bands with trumpets and saxophones and electric guitars and really fast fucking cars that will run you down run you wasted into the ground
