I love Youtube. There I said it.

Get fucked.

A theory on mitochondric fractology.

I dream too much. I don't even know why I wrote what I wrote, but it all seems too much. Too much numeracy caught in the escapading galants of a teleported maniac. Who could tell? Some ionic trail left in the collisions of the too few particles. A clash of the one or two while the rest remain static in the the quantic field of silent insolence. Some odd arrogance that it even it cannot fully manifest. Isn't that funny? Pure quantic wanting to wish itself as something. A motivation found in the field of pure potential purported by the field itself. Does that not confound anyone else? Holy shit I hate science. Hell, I wish I understood science. I wish I took that physics 11 coarse in highschool. Mother fuck. 

Sometimes, and truth be told I don't really say this much (or at all really), but...I wish I could talk in binary.

Blame it on my ADD.

Lil Wayne raps about slangin his keys. Meanwhile, on the other side of the world.

I might like you better. If we slept together.

Question. Because some people cannot.

Perts Plus. Great hair no fuss.

My hair is SO touchably soft these days, its almost embarrassing as to how much I rub my black locks. Its addicting and satisfying. I guess my natural oils are kicking themselves into high gear through the remainder of the winter season and you know what? Im not complaining.

Do you know what would be really nice right now? A head massage. Then followed by a full body massage. Then a soft foot rub. OH YA. What a nice couple of hours that would be.

All I seek.

Long lost on a mysterious planet, sits the only man in this universe.

Frustrations in the 4th dimension.

I have been asking myself this question ALOT these past months. God has it out for me. That is my only logical conclusion. Fuck you. Asshole. You know what? Fuck it. All women are lesbians. Forever. FOREVER. AAAAH. I probably shouldn't post this.

A pleasant arrogance lost in the realm of fear.