sleepy but not asleep

was it something worth noticing, or what was i thinking? i don't remember what i was going to write. my brain is like a tiny...tiny...and so the last time i remember regaining consciousness unexpectedly was when someone in my dream started shouting, "xxxxxxx!!!! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx" so i opened my eyes and i was outside lums...inside my car...i was supposed to meet a friend...i had popped three sleeping pills...or so...and time was flying by. i'm just explaining to someone who asked me if i was happy? and i said that i was, "but not in the conventional sense...for i am failing nearly all my exams...the girl i love is either dead or never existed...my wardrobe consists of the pants i'm wearing (i've been wearing these for three weeks at least...the crease is still visible...i don't move much) and a grand total of three sweaters that are far past their expiration date...i'm on a healthy amount of xanax...and my mother thinks i need more...last but not least my personal hygiene although slightly better than before is still only barely adequate..." the difference between pills and drugs is cleanliness.
acid for instance...you could clean your room after doing acid...but acid is a drug...so that means i'm stupid...but i never said that i was right...acid makes you orderly...it makes you feel connected...with everything around you...and if you feel alone...then you feel as alone as you should and no more...comfortably alone...not lonely. to be quite honest i'm horny now...usually pills of this sort are supposedant in the "Good God i'm done for...lurve" sense. cleaning ladies are ugly bitches...ugly people should be exterminated, hunted if you will. i am forgetting everything...my short term memory is like olive oyles mammaries...intangible. no they're not ugly bitches...they just smell bad because they spend too much time cleaning our shit...this goddamn banana...no one is going to eat it...now i'm sleepy. .

so many pills...so sleepy...not even funny...

no one has seen cats have sex. except that i have seen lesbian cats. and this is no joke...lesbians cats are like regular cats except that neither one of them has balls or a thingy...but they rub against one another a lot...and mew and purrr...thinking about lesbian cats is turning me on...how creepy is that? have you ever been handed a torch by a person who just threw up...asking for you to check and see if there's any blood in the vomit?
elder brothers are like humiliants. i don't have an elder brother. i am freedumb.

cleaner nails...a drugee must always make sure that his nails are clean...a depressed druggee can easily turn into the greenest...sickest thing imagineable...one great change that i noticed was the lack of...wow i',m nodding off...this i samazing...

i have absolutely no experience with drugs...well not as much as some people... lioteftglir liar

now that the pills are in full flow...i suppose it must be fun to write about something anything anything at all...we'll start with.


lonely as a bucket. that's how most of the people i know feel...very lonely...i woner why...they think that since they have nobody they can run away from they are incomplete. if truth be told said the joker to the thief. can anybody ever truly be alone? hey if if loneliness we can't canone then ive off of giant butterflies for they can never use asphault as a cremation device because i hate headstart...i hate headstart my eyes are nearly closed now but i'm stilll typing i don't remembner what...drool...falling in love with an imaginary girl is very very satisfying...it makes you appreciate falling asleep...the best time i've had is asleep...t...so dan sleepy lost is what the got in as if i could but strangely enough we ll keeo going vn;t even see anything any motre klet's eee when i pass out what it would be like...i once died it wassn't reallly scaryt,...iut was just sad because i knew that u couldv;e done better....kleats are boots or pleats are sheets of unwoven cloth there is no such thing and inspite of it all we'll all grow up.