Scribbles

Time to scribble. The scribbles always come at the hours that most of us, excuse me, most of you, are sound asleep in your posterpidick  bed. Personally for me it is in the late night/morning where clarity is revealed and I see the clearest. Or maybe the alcohol is controlling my fingers that peck along this keyboard. Either way I choose to scribble because its good for the soul.

I would like to kill everyone and everything.

Not plausible, so I stick with scribbling.

I hate you.

Maybe someday we can grow and live harmoniously as one, but I don't see that happening anytime soon. You are too large and influential. All the brainless sheep walk to the beat of your drum and I can't for the life of me figure out why. I am really off beat. As the saying goes, " I march to the beat of my own drum". Fuck it, I make good beats (fuck Dre).

Unfortunately nobody marches with me. And that's a problem. Or perhaps it's a good thing and I got it all wrong, which I am completely ok with. The best I can hope for is that scribbling shall set me free. Otherwise all bets are off....

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