(Soz) - (for no reason) - (long Post)
Lately e(Y)e Have Found , That e(Y)e Cannot Keep Myself From Stepping Into Slightly Unusual Realms Of Some Kind Of Possible Terrible Physical Side Effects … , From Either Not Being Able To Quit With Wrong Choices OR Being Able To See Reality Clearly At All … ,
e(Y)e Don’t have Naught One Friend Out Here In My Lonely Existence …,
e(Y)e Fynde Myself Completely Stuck here Inside Thus House , With Zero To Little Information At All On How Things Are Operating Outside In tha “real world” … ,
e(Y)e Was In An Electronic Cigarette Store (I suppose vapor smokes also) , and Somewhere In My Mynde e(Y)e Was Wondering If e(Y)e Could Fynde Something Healthier Than What e(Y)e Smoke Now … ,
N E Hoo , Tha Gurl Behind Tha Counter Was Beautiful and As e(Y)e Was Asking Her Questions About Tha Products , e(Y)e Noticed My Entire Body Was Bending Forwards Towards Hers Behind Tha Counter … ,
e(Y)e Thot To Myself As e(Y)e Noticed , “dude thus is terrible you got to get yourself back together again” ,
All Tha While She Didn’t Seem Upset (by) My Eager Leaning , She Even gave Me a Quick Polite Smile As If To Say Something Lyke
“i know you don’t get out much so don’t worry about it” … ,
Which e(Y)e Feel Was and is An Awesome Way To Respond To Such A Behavior , Naught That e(Y)e Ever Want To Actually Hurt Anyone , Even If She Jumped back and Screamed Or Whatever e(Y)e STILL Would Have Remained Peaceful …, and Probs Turned Around and Walked Out While e(Y)e Would Apologize … ,
and On Thee Other End ,
One Day e(Y)e Was Getting Some Groceries and As e(Y)e Walked Up To tha Convayer Belt To Drop Off Some Food Items , Tha Young Gurl Behind Tha Register , Got Strangley Excited and Was Leaning At Me Almost With Her Hands Outstretched To Try and Grab OR Touch Me , e(Y)e Hit Tha Reset Button and D(Y)D Everything
e(Y)e Could To Say To her , “ok calm down this isn’t a big deal” … ,
e(Y)e Don’t Get Out Much These Days , Because When e(Y)e Do , Even a Trip To tha gas Station To Pick Up Some Smokes Can Get Insanely Chaotic … ,
It Really Seems As If Everyone Is Waiting For Me To Say Something … ,
e(Y)e Never Do , e(Y)e Jus Look Down and Ignore All Of What Is Around Me Because Any Motion Or Cough Or Whatever From Anyone Can Cause a Swimming Riptide Of Chaos … , and e(Y)e Get Slightly Frightened because e(Y)e Am Afraid That Someone is Going To Call Tha Police On me … ,
and Tha Truth Of Tha Matter Is , They have (the normal people) Have Called Tha Police Several
T(Y)me$
and e(Y)e Wasn’t Always Allowed To Go Home … ,
but Back To Tha Topic At Hand ,
e(Y)e Don’t Think e(Y)e Could Ever Commit Suicide , Altho e(Y)e Am a Great Candidate For Such A Task At Hand … ,
but e(Y)e Feel As if e(Y)e Am a Breathing Corpse As e(Y)e Spin Further and Further Into Tha Corner Of Tha Universe … , and When You Reach That Wall , There Is No Where Else To Go … , it isn’t a Trap , More So Lyke a Terribly Unusual Scenic Route … , With Little Contact To Thee Outside World … ,
Which Is Honestly Why e(Y)e Judge Tha “normal” Society So Easily …, e(Y)e Have Been Left Behind Long Ago and Once You Rip Throo Tha Wall Within That Universal Corner … , There is No Going Back … ,
e(Y)e Dunno , It’s Jus e(Y)e Can’t Imagine Any Other Individual Going Throo What e(Y)e’ve been Throo and Naught Somewhere Along tha Way Think of Suicide … , Let Alone Actually Do It …,
So e(Y)e Guess Tha Topic Sentence Itself Is Some Foggy Realization That Perhaps Why Tha Universe Seems So Chaotic , is Because e(Y)e , Underneath It All , Wish e(Y)e Was Dead … , but When Fear clouds My Tinted Glass Eye WIndows , e(Y)e Pray and Hope That e(Y)e Won’t Die OR Get Killed … ,
A Fine Lyne e(Y)e Suppose …,
N e Hoo , Since My Post Probs Bored You To Life & Or Perhaps Made Yoru Own Coffin Space More Depressing Then It Already Was ,
Here’s a Song … ,
It Always Cheers Me Up …,
and On Tha Topic At Hand , On a Side Note … ,
My Questions is ,
Is Going To a Store Out In Public a Tough Situation For You (???) , Do People Gaze At You and Always Try and See Why You Are There Or What It is You Are Interested In (???) ,
and does Your Personal Reality Get Chaotic Sorta Within An Ideas Of Reference Kind Of Way , As a Negative Spider Web Of Connectivity Of Sorts (???)
