Confused-Shoes

I can’t just give up right now. Remember. 19 years of walking my own way. Although I occasionally think about it on certain Sundays. But still. No, I’ve walked far too long and far too far, and have talked about it at such a greater length, told myself all about it. It makes perfect sense. Keep walking (thanks Roan).

So I get up from bed, get myself fed, and rinse the impurities out, drive myself underspeedily into the brothel school, and burn my lungs to fade. It’s all a legitimate activity. It’s not so rare, I guess, a million other people this side of town to the very same thing over and over. Talk about routines that kill you. Or symphonies that bore you. Either way they are both special. They kill with a whimper.

Why do I love music? Because I get to hear pre-programmed rehearsed and recorded things. I hate unpredictability. I hate the apparent chaos this universe has. I hate everything that has to do with variability. Oh well. Wonder why I didnt get too be smashingly great at the maths.

Oh I don’t know. It rains. It is raining. The rain drowns everyone. The rains drowns me. 19 years and I’m still freaking afraid of the rain, and life in general. Of course I am tired but I can’t just give up now. hooooo!