Yo tengo un cinch of paranoia pumping through my bloodstream.
Holy wah it's hot.
Went to the Burbank fair with Embot yesterday. 'twas grand.
Saturday night we ventured to the good nite bar. A man asked us if we were over 21, always a good feeling.
What makes you happy?
What makes YOU happy?
What MAKES you happy?
Doesn't it seem silly that there have to be these things or activities that you must seek out to be happy?
Or does it not work like that?
Is that just what passion is?
Have I just been living incorrectly for all of my life? Have I not confronted my emotions properly throughout the past 10 years? Or am I just starting to understand myself?
The miniature hamsters in my brain are moving that wheel pretty quick today.
I wish this train would take me to a new destination and there was nothing I could do to change its mind.
There would be a vibrant variety of flowers and soothing waters. Delightful scents would alternate as the warm breeze would blow my hair. And I could mentally float into bliss.
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