I want to go home
It is 0440 and hell i’m tired. I get out of work 0630 and the only thing to do is let time tick past. The only strategy to screw with time is to not keep track of it. So what did I do, I cheated and glanced, from that fatal mistake I had no choice but to continuously check the clock every 5 minutes only to see it go backwards from what I remembered it. This is very true, when out with friends and partying and enjoying yourself late in the evening, midnight sneaks by like a master ultimate ninjitsan(let me make stuff up dammit). Then there’s you at 4 in the morning and the damn clock. Once in awhile it stares back at you and holds that fragile second hand hostage. You realize the clock is toying with you, like a shark sensing blood, it smells that you’re agonizingly weary. Even the simplest mind tricks of dreaming happy thoughts fail to push you through just a minute faster. I can hear traffic picking up, it slows down just after 0100, then starts picking back up around 0450. When did all the sexually unstraight take over Santa Monica? What’s better than self deprived sleep to jump start insomnia. I’m busy, no I’m disorganized, I’m busy disorganizing, I’m busy in my disorganization. I want to make a movie, in my script, a boy from 2012 see’s a vintage tylenol commercial on alltube(yes I have no clue if it exists or not, you figure it out), says “mommy, what’s that for?”. “It’s for headaches the mom responds, that’s how people dealt with it back then”. Boy says “wow, people are dumb, why don’t they just remove all the stress factors from their lives and focus on generosity which fabrically reinforces the strength of the social structure and provides us with the level of happiness we have today with no wars since 2011 when America somehow lost the constitution and had to rewrite it?”.
Uhh so yeah, please don’t read this…
