Have you ever
Looked at the stars and wished
That you could reach out your hand and burn yourselves
With their cold light

I haven’t
If you have, you
Should probably seek help

Thinking of
Self-inflicted damage
Is often a sign of depression.

Tonight I fled the grip of the matrix
The system is
Me no longer
Unless
Unless the matrix wants me to believe
I’m free
And I’m still
In a .com dream
Shit.

I feel like
I’m a ninja
A shaolin ballet-dancer
Would that
Not be the most
Amazing thing ever?
You could float like a
Butterfly
And sting like a
Scorpion on meth
A giant, giant scorpion
That shoots laser beams
From its...
I don’t even know how arachnids reproduce
I should find out
Brb checking wikipedia.

To those it may concern,
I had the strangest dream the other night
In it I spoke to a child
Who was afraid
And I asked “hey kid, what’s the matter?”
But the words came out, like,
“Grlmn’tha, drfgl’brthlmrna?”
And I realised
“Shit, I’m C’thulhu reborn. :D”
Yes, I actually pronounced “:D”
Because that’s just how I roll when I’m a reborn
Ancient being of death eternal
So I dunno
I guess I ate the kid, or sent him
Into a torrential maelstrom of a million black holes leading into an
Oblivious universe where your molecules are ripped apart every second
Or something
And ruled over R’lyeh for some time
Then I woke up
Don’t you
Hate it when
You wake up at the best part of the dream
Them Old One wenches were well hot.

Who
Do
I
Have
To
Kill
To get a baguette here
Because you point me at him
Or her, whatever, I don’t
Discriminate
Because really
I could use a baguette
Just about
Now.

BOOM.

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