So, I really have nothing to type about, but I feel like typing. Expect weirdness and possibly hidden messages within this text.

When opportunity flies at me, I really need to grab it, otherwise I'll just end up missing it. Or maybe, it gets thrown at me and I need to catch it rather than cowering from it; you know, like a winy brat who's afraid of getting hurt. I seek inspiration, yet I can't inspire. I guess it's all within my brain boiling and bubbling away, but covered by some sort of mask, a mask of terror and of wonder. I need to find that wonder, man. Dude, there's so many things I want to do, so I'll talk about those things instead of being all dreary.

I want to get to Mars. Someday before I die, I want us, the human species, to colonize that red planet because it would be totally awesome. The fluids of romance overflow my brain when I think about it. (btw replace romance w/excitement) How exciting it would be to witness the evolution of an entirely new culture that would most likely arise if mars were colonized. Perhaps the things that are most important to people will change because of the change of climate and condition. Perhaps a myriad of new slang words will arise from the martian people. So many exciting events could happen, and it's those events that excite me.

I want to make a film without the exchange of money. Why must it cost billions of dollars to make a movie? I don't believe money is nearly as important as people say it is, even with the unending proof in favor of that proposal lying all about the floor of mighty "detectives" (the fuck did I just say?). Not only do I believe that I can make a film without the exchange of money, but I have a plan to do so, well a pseudo-plan anyways. It involves lots of borrowing and returning and possibly donating; I can't tell you anymore about it because the rest of it has yet to surface from the labyrinthical sea of my brainwaves (heh waves).

I guess that's it for now, FOR I'm too tired to think of anymore. Yeah, tired. Sleep sounds pretty good right now. I guess I should get up and stop typing and yeah. I'll do it in a minute though. This is kind of fun, after all, typing in a sort of drug induced state when the brain begins sending fluids into the various parts of your body that force them into a comma one by one until the last thing you can feel is the only thing that's moving, which is your fingers because they refuse to stop typing for any reason and continue to move for that reason. Yeah, I'm still typing. Maybe I should stop, or maybe I shouldn't. Let's see. Uhh.

The firework explosion that I just witnessed came from my memory, obviously, because California is a very restrictive state in the usa when it comes to fireworks. I mean, come on. You can't even get freaking bottle rockets here, man. I prefer the states that have those Indian reservations, or do I have to refer to them as Native American reservations? Whatev, uh. They usually sell the best fireworks for the cheapest price. I think they order their stuff online in big boxes. Yeah, sure, they only sell stuff around the fourth of July and New Years, but at least they sell cool stuff. Tired. Eyes droooping. (and finger slipping by th loooks of it, heh heh)

I need a vacation, man, a real good one, yknow? Like the ones I've seen in the movies and on tv, but wait a second, I don't have tv. I only have the internet, for tv disappeared for me for some time, then it reappeared, then it vanished again, so I know what it's all about, but I don't experience it anymore. Strange, huh. Dammit, why can't anything interesting come out of my mind! It's so bad, man. Why do I keep ending with man?! WHAT AM I LIKE A SARAAKANNER Or something?! Oh whatever.

The sea is nice; take my advice, and stay right here. (easy to remember what that came from right?) amirite?

Alright, I'm finished. Vamuous. (ps: what does that mean, again?) Bye.

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