mid-morning sph-arkle.

My phone beeped this morning and now I'm inevitably set out on a thought journey that will possibly end with a fuck it and dead bodies around together conjoined with last night's 3hour dead-stupid conversations with my guardian angel which ended with goodnight.

Bang-

I'm a screwer-upper, a twit. Erase the past year and walk away leaving only a trail of dust then will, must, be blown away. I've got, everything, but nothing at all asking myself why the hell I get myself into this kind of ends. I'm a disembodied brain of normal humanoids, I don't think like 13 neither do I think like 18. I think- 5 constantly be peter pan and fly me to never-ever land. I'll thank you and kiss you on the nose. You make me smile, but the earth's on the line.
Save the planet.

Meeting Colleen later. Yeahyeahyeah. The most won-der-four friend of nonsensical shit you can find when you don't feel like talking about anything but the complicated scream-worthy shit of the world. We talk about ice cream and ripcurl ipod covers which will piss DJ off cos he's wanting it and she's getting it. Joyjoyjoyjoyjoyjoyjoyjoyjoyjoyjoyjoy.

I honestly feel like a half-eaten sandwich with zuccini's spilling out my sides like the one that's on my desk basking in the sunlight thats shining through the crack in my windowpane.