i wonder how many miles i've fallen by this time?

“What we call chaos is just patterns we haven't recognized. What we call random is just patterns we cant decipher. What we can't understand we call nonsense. What we can't read we call gibberish. There is no free will. There are no variables. There is only the inevitable.”

I believe I am terrified of the world right now. If I come to a concrete conclusion, I'll let you know.

In the mean time, I planned on taking a few minutes to freak out over the fact that everything is going all wrong at the moment but then I realized I don't really care too much. The chaos keeps things spicy and never really lasts that long anyway. And if all else fails...well...then all else fails and I'll be shit out of luck, right?

My brain is in a very funky place at the moment. I can't really complete many thoughts or be around too many people without wanting to strangle at least half of them. You know what that means!?

It means I am going to give birth to some of the craziest poems no one will ever read.

/fin.