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As those things. You know those things. They begin with this bright bastard shining in the east. Up and coming. Leaving me by the west. Some call it a star. Bright bastard.
As those things get longer, I realize that soon enough, they will begin to get shorter again. A cyclical cycle, some could say. That is, if they had mouths. Tounges would help.
As those things go by, they never cease to amaze me. I waste them, at times, and yet they don't get angry. They just continue to let me be. No repercussions, no indignity.
As those things show me more and more, I tend to forget. I only have so much brain mass. Only so much, and already so spungeified. That is to say, saturated with salty information. I wonder if my brain mass tastes like seagulls.
As those things continue, I tell them to STOP. Like Britney Spears, in her wonderful uninspired music. Shit stops for her. I cannot create such anti-commotion.
Great, uhm.. poem?
You should try and get a more positive outlook on life though. Changing my life in the way I wanted it to has really increased my happyness severalfold. Or maybe it's because I'm becoming my own adult (I'm ~18 now). The last months I've been mostly high on life and drugs ofcourse. I wouldn't want to miss any of these days. Life can be seen as a constant flow of different braindrugs IMO. Like endorfins etc.
If you want to remember your thoughts and ideas, try keeping a private journal or even a blog like I have recently started Good luck with your life.
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