Babble..

Very awkward. Me against the grain...must remain rejected, disjointed... plot holes.I  guess my memorys selective..Spelling errors detected, I'm not sorry...guess I put forth no effort...Headaches you should expect them...I recommend 2 excedrine, do you dare to spend seconds trying to understand a strangers perspective? Buzzed behind the scenes, an empty flask helps me to some degree type out my dreams... What hides inbetween? Reality and an apparent pre-schizophrenic who partially intrigues.. My free writing disease unleashed upon those curious to read. Wield the power to move eyes away from screen to avoid screams. Normal humans relieved, they exhale deep.  Glad they don't live where my silent speech gets weaved. Opinions on how to become a "beast".. How to make it digestible for masses to eat. Take the advice and lose that which makes thee unique. What's your writing based on? Do you get nothing outta my words? :) Well I get much outta nothing soo.... Nothing is deliberate when you don't know what you're doing. I do know what I'm using, and no its not narcotics. I just sky ride on a natural lift passed planets I bask with vast balls of gases only follow the way the galaxy shifts. Watch the rock we lay head on, oh that beautiful tilt.. I journey alone. Writing from a surplus of superfluous worthless stuff most likely web surfed google searches and such.
                             
           

            Or maybe I'm just babbling on about nothing...