The title, the accent, the boat, the weather. Rambling. Blabbing. Conversing. A bang behind me. I'm scared. Chills down my spine. Now it's quiet. Each letter I type is a bang bang bang. The computer is a blinding light and the sounds are exploding from it. Hearing people breathing without seeing them. Hearing clicks from the dishwasher. Crickets chirping. Living in the moment. No thought process. Similar-to-robot. It's weird to type. Without feeling. Without considering. Without guessing or spectulating. Just typing just writing just going along. Not caring about spelling or grammar or sentence structure. Wondering if everyone has gone to bed but me. Ugh - my word of the day almost everyday. But also, another word of the day is "yay" Moody. Confused. Stuttering. Flabbergasted. Jealousy. Lous. Louse? LOST. Everyone loves it. Chime or beep or bleep or whatever it is sounding. Amelia is chatting with me. Falling falling falling. Planting cucumbers. 44 percent dumb. The ratio would be 3 to 3 if you pretended to be a girl. "Why did you want three girls on three boys?" Well I mean I guess ugh ok geez agh adios chao applesauce or mango peach sauce? Interesting. Rice. Chinese food. Laundry. Clean laundry. Living it up. Sleeping. Done.
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Yeah see....
I don't even know what to say for this awesomeness.
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