Log on the web on the internet. A lot of my ohh games sitting on the toilet pooping, but I guess I'm done, but I guess I should take a break and wipe my butt stand up english man. This is a poem. I mean, this is a diary entry. This is a journal. This is a book that I wrote with my brain. My, there's a fact in my mind. There's nothing before me or after me. There's another plant. There's 2 plants here. I want to give everyone chocolate Bunny. I wanna give myself a raging heart attack. I want to flow through imperious space with mind like a serrated gun ship. My life is a quiet triangle of loss .. full of Death and misery and love . Love kills Everything else. My mind is a crime for humanity to solve underneath A bloody treatment for Christmas dying girls eating the brains of the alien who spoke about his own meaninglessness but. in doing so made the perfect meaning before God and before me and I said Yes, and God said, give me another one, and I did and he said okay. Now we are going , go ,

Go.