blink blink- my eyelids are waving hello.

hmm, yea, the thouhts are in here*points to head* but my brain just doesn't want to send the electrical impulses to all the rest of the crew to type it out. lazy fool. i should name my brain- brand the pregnant beast with a label perhaps so i can scold it when it doesnt work or refuses to remember- which is kinda often. i don't wnat to be constently smacking my head or yelling at myself or anything, cause it really does a very impressive job, i think at ya know gathering, sorting, and soaking information most times. i love it- my brain.i also love brocolli. that is a different story. but let's just say that brocolli could be soaking in juice of pickled phallus for milleniums and i would still think it as PIE like.

if you have any suggestions for a brain name- please tell me directly- (don't give my brain a chance to look at it. it will be very uspet with me because i am not letting it have a say in this process, but ah well)

ps, i know some of you may get upset with this, but i really don't mind too much- but i actually formed a thesis in my PIE theory. it pretty much was a thousand different and loosly tied string of ideas, intoxicated drivel, and bewildered bullshit. after telling more and more people about PIE, i found that even i didnt know what the hell i was talking about, so there was no way my ideas and fellowship can spread infectiously. but here it is- my thesis- PIE is better than JESUS. so EAT that, suuuuucckkkaaaa. munch munch.

oh, by the way- my sex word list is growing sexponentially- so perhaps you should keep an eye on it.

MORMAN mandatory. ha. i seriously thought that is what they said. that is pretty cool. i guess polygamy is morman madatory. and being lame. sorry marcus. whatever happened to that yellow haired wonder, by the way? last i heard he was on some island plantation killing all sugar cane plants to destroy all caffeine and thus freeing mormans everywhere from caffeine oppression. or some shit.

marbles.

hmmm, notice how there is this one shade of yellow that is only found on plastic? yea, man, i swear. this bold yellow that i haven't ever witnessed anywhere- be it produced by god or crayola, and yet, it is found as the comforting colour of a tike's plastic chair. if i show you the yellow, you will know what i am talking about, i am sure. quite sure. which reminds me... what do you think when you see the colour yellow? hahaha, word up, shanni.
no seriously, think about that. what yellow makes you think and a name for my brain. i am piecing off to k la la land.

aight.
goodnight moon...
goodnight air
goodnight NOISES everywhere.

(i think my blood would solidify if i never heard another noise while i was still alive. ish)

HUG HUG