launch pad world thing

The insides of my cheeks are trapped between my…er jaw…whatever…I can’t stop trembling…quite…horrendous…my brain is tuerning into a senile british army general…good God…my head feels kind of small…but only because I was thinking that small would make for a great…whatsit…adjective or something…oho…they keyboard is taking loops now…this is not funny jezebelle…and the beast…annoying lines…I look like someone who has just snorted cocaine…hahahaha…I am not really in the mood to laugh although I’m pretty sure if I weren’t so…determined…er…there was a sentence somewhre around here but as of now I can only find myself in a grey area between remembrance and naughty habits…if I weren’t concentrating on typing I’d be smiling….bloody hell. Why did you say that old boy?
My cheeks are going to tear off…or something…mouth so itchy…should call chumpaango…and then we might make this situation more…bearable…bare remove your adjectives before you step in…there’s someone singing like a very bad singer in the bathroom…cold cold hands…fingers like ice…strange this…quite…yeah…maybe because it was frozen?? Hahahahaa yeah right…shut up you melodramatic bastard…atom ant…awayyyyy. I was listening to a song by somebody it went like so and something and something more about a butterfly an umbrella an old guy a young fella smoking alone by the pudding coloured sky high time for you to slip in quietly back among the silent and strangely confident inner voices that are watching you slow down…to the speed of a something very slow….there is prfect harmony….and you’re gone…
This might be interesting for you to note…that at the exact point in time when you typed the word 'gone'…you floated out from the back of your head and watched your brain finish that thought before it realizedthat it’s too late…er…what I meant to say was…you’re now…a mutant. Maybe I should send this to the national geographic as one of those moments captured on film type…moment captured in writing…maybe you should go in reverse for a while until you’re sure that you have at least some idea about what the hell is going on…
This is quite…”manageable.” The boy was right…this is quite manageable…by far the most manageable…kind of like squeezing a zit…feeling the satisfaction ooze out…gross as that is…I am not feeling too cold anymore…my jaw is still shut kind of tight…but that’s ok…damnit have to wake up early tomorrow…stupid boring stop hanging in front…ok this is too easy now…I expected a challenge…this is child’s play…if it doesn’t get any wilder than this…then I’m going home…hmmph!!!
Martin pewter pale…