I sometimes wonder if my thoughts could ever become an interesting attempt of a twisted satire novel. If I hardwired my noggin with a typewriter I’m sure I’d be short of stunned at what came out. Not a moment goes by that some spur of the moment blueprint pops into mind or sarcastic quasi-dream. Most of the time I feel less like me and more like a monkey on addarol. Although I'm sure a monkey get the less complicated version of things.
My habits are very polar, one extreme or other, never mediocre & usually the kryptonite of my own compulsiveness
My habits are very polar, one extreme or other, never mediocre & usually the kryptonite of my own compulsiveness
