Hallo! Where to go, who knows for now but forward. No anything, but everything, for anything belongs to the people who put everything down for another. The past is forever long ago, now to exist is a creating of a future. Writing too much to become something is like having too much coffee. A mistake is something that can be undone, with the right materials and soul of existence. What I am about to write, I do not know. I feel of feelings that feel to write, for I feel like I have done extraordinary things already. I write out of the sake of boredom since it is late, but I write from the heart. The situations I am put into makes me tumble around like a worn out tire going who knows where. I feel the way I feel because I am trying to cover memories up, even though I feel like I already fixed them. These are lonely times, the loneliest I have ever felt in a long while. While I practice my words through writing and symbolism of thoughts, I feel as if I am going nowhere. Magic, it feels like something out there is real and I start to water as if I am not real. I am stuck. There is no music to listen to now these days too much anymore, as if I have played the same records on repeat for who knows how long. Maybe love is infinite, I still have opportunities to learn new and use words that I have not before. Isn't that the job of an artist? To go somewhere you have not ever in your life and see the end of the road? Maybe I should turn around, and I will find some stairs to climb up. My friends are all missing, I guess they all might have changed their name or have gone somewhere different. I think I will be a script person. I dislike mirrors. It does not even represent who I am truly. I love the hydrogen though, my favorite element. What is real? I feel as every step I take it is one of my last now a days. I am scripting for the sake of comfort, to keep my self as a dog person. Let me observe something positive. Three hundred positive things I can point out. I feel happy now that I am more aware of my surroundings, that is the comfort of my own bedroom. Balance is an art form, I will learn kung fu. What do I regret? That is a good question. I regret nothing, at least that is what people tell you to say. But when you really think about it, I would love to be at peace again without tardive dyskensia. That is what the demon is called from what I can recall. It is like parkinsons, but just an inconvenience. The sky is blue today, 300 blue skies for other wonderful people. I think I will do a fast, but then again I might change my mind. How does a doctor get sic? The world may never know. Witches are not human. I have nothing else to right, so I will take a break. Now that my break of 300 seconds is over, I will continue. I will be now known as We. The sky is now black, as it seems to be tonight. At least I saw the almost there, not quite there, 달. I do not have much to say but the day will soon come to say that I am here and kicking, and that day is here thank God. I am perfect in the way I act, think, do, interpet, dicipline, and find things for the better of a better me so I advance into the advanced. They gonna love me for my ambition. Define royalty, the way a lily is purple is my mind in the way I spit in spite of all the war of the 3rd person. Jazz is so colorful, for the bleu cheese is so aged, that I do dance gracefully. For the times come and they waive the thought that is negative, I am so French in the way I speak, I am so Hamrick. Easy reading is the best way to read, as it may calm the spirit and awaken something deeper inside through strength and hope. Aye una cosa en la vida, y esa cose es de vevir por un sigo on que sea, en mi opinion, con felizidad es minimo. Quiero comer un champullin de medio hambiente. Si me acuerdo, y muchos mas. Tengo que comer hon que sea y parar de fumar pronto me lo quito. Horita dibujo. Evolucionamos sin la trumpelososolasa. Con mi familia avanzo, cuando estoy llendo con migo solo. Se todo en realidad, mas o menos. A pagar lo que pago para cerveza, lo apago. En Fin para un siempre dos vezes a la vez en papel. Un maximo a la vez. Soy una luz de viviente, y nunca se acaba. Vamos a CUBA. Dios medediante a NK ok i nawa el luz podriota, es un catolicaso de disfraaaas. Yo resco con riesgo. No se que escribir, pero sigo con los higos del futuro. Mesalean. Voy acer guerrerador de incendios, comiendo churro. No se que va a pacar, entonces me quedo quieto desde ayer. Que me dibujaron? Por que no se ha bezes. Sigo adelante con no se mas que las situaciones, reales, que sea la vida, y me quedo quito por eso. 00300. Con el marador sigo con 6126 de 1662. Soy humilde por lo menos. Hum my beats I be Ight. Con el verde me quedo mundial de las cervesasas. Bunos dias. Soy de lloron lastimadotado. Sigo con estorias. Come la manzana y el durazna. أنتوني