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.