Saturday night.
What to do? Well first off I am on a mission to pause my drinking habit for six months. Whoa!
How will that work out? Only time will tell I keep telling myself. I know it is an undertaking that will probably not go well when I go off adventuring. No plans yet when and where but I know I will probably end up going somewhere.
The delay? Motorbike registration is still being processed. I could just catch a bus. But then what will happen on the road when I am not in control of the destinations journey. Very melodramatic I know but that is what is on my mind.
Now why am I writing here. Well I need to offload my thoughts in writing so I have a clear idea layed out without a plan to an unplanned plan. A destination left unknown until that last minute. Plus. I have to offload something here since I have not entered anything today. I know this is just probably a bore when read by a third person. SHRUG It is what it is.
Internet... Very slow. So slow I can see the grass growing and we don't even have grass growing at home.
Earth hour event held at the pier here in Toledo City. This one here I did not realise the sparks were going to fly around. The crowd scattered when it started falling on everyone. A quick dodge here and there. One landed on my foot and left me with a little souvenir.
Now bopping to sick beats like its the end of days with no beers in sight oh damn that be right. It's a matter of perspective while you playing a dead detective on the things happening around the destructive dreams. But who is counting.
Not me that be sure cos this dreams all pure and real like blue damned steel shit hit you like its some gold ass grill. Now listen where do i hit that while you stick, what?!
Feeling like a fool as the keyboard flies into some dark dark skies all while the dead is scattering them flies don't forget we about to get a rise of that peaches oh wait that's just rice.
licorice dreams that's nice especially when you add some good spice just hope there's no lice sticking around on your back while you trying to get yourself all real for that sweet sweet appeal add some old spice.
Not sure where that brain fart came from, maybe the dope beats beating in my room as the fingers lick tat big ass tick.
Sweet justice does come real slow on some drop dead beat while you trying to beat your meat muahahahaha no scars for all the cars no decent bars as you dream of far away stars.
Where does this lead me an entry turned into some random spurts of insanity oh my how I wish it was all coming along nice and smooth as you embrace some sort of semblance of relevance to some plans I had and have hoped in the last few months.
Now I have some sort of attention from you my dear patron I hope you representing by drinking some iced tea laced with a form of sanity.
Brain farts I know but that's what happens when somethings just need to be offloaded out of the head or else it will just turn me all dead while I sometimes see red. Ain't that right Fred.
And we out.