i start to realise i'm getting stupider because of the o2-lack.
which in turn will make me a moneymaker, since stupidity is for highachievers and people that gladly go public with their simple opinions on simple/stupid things in life.
yes, i'm of course thinking about great ideas and the ability some have to make money on bloggin'. advertising! adverteasing. gavri has it and then it soon explode into sodapops and singalongs.
attract some good people now and then. having a job is stupid when i can make money by acting like a godess on the interwebs. so soon, i'll speak the colour.
since i don't have a life eitherways, why not make money on it. perfect combo. in limbo.
i dreamt i mixed pollen with tobacco and then put it back into the cigarettepaper. i was about to smoke it in some grassy fields after having made my way out of the city, out of the mall. i brought the kind of person i tend to like and tried to convince him it was a good idea to smoke this.
now i remember, i had another dream i was supposed to write down here the other day. fuck my forgetfulness.. it was something beautiful, goddamnit!
anyways. i won't put up any adverts here if you ship me some money.
you... ARE
the sun
the blood '
the redhead
and the fun
of being drunk and inside of this sailboat
monsters
either way, they should make extra lanes for people who'd love to drive drunk. drink and drive. or just simply want/need to sit behind the wheel in a reduced state, be that lack of sleep or the influence of other substances. if i ever were to become a politician, this would be my main concern to front my political view and sensibilites with.
i know this is me painting a picture of utopia, but whatever.
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