I was about to say:
“Take no advice from “mere mortals”, they don’t know the answers. (mere mortals in the case simply means everyday people who aren’t as weird as yourself:))
no, wait, advice from them is fine if it’s in ways to be kind to yourself, to be human, compassionate, to yourself, yes.
I originally meant
that they don’t know what I want,
what’s best for me,
“do it” for me,
which reminds me of something I was to say days ago, being:
(again, Mere MOrtals simply is is colourful language for normal people.)
(I realize that I too am normal, but come on, it’s poetry, people.)
“Being popular on facebook is like sitting at the cool table at the cafeteria at a MENTAL HOSPITAL (imagine picture of Jack Nicholsen in One Flew Over The Coocoo’s Nest.)
“YAY! I WIN!”
I seriously just used this to describe a style of music/drumming:
“very rhythmic in the badabum sense. fun for us to play, in the juvenile teenage boy playing with his dick sense.”
my, I was gonna do work, for 2 hours…. somehow an hour and a half just passed, and wha??????
not adhd, just exhausted.
my combined RED, ORANGE AND PINK shirts (and one pair of (pink) pants totals SEVENTEEN ITEMS.
WHAT THE FUCK
a friend just wrote:
“Why is Fluids so Hard? Who is John Galt?”
” they hard cause of the 2016 erection. john galt is my BITCH.”
more than once I’ve met a trumpet player, more than twice, actually,
who is all gutsy and ballsy and unashamed to say ANYTHING, all uncensored’n’shit, willing to be all rude and classless (like me) and stuff, and it’s hilarious.
then when someone (me) goes and does it to THEM, THEY get all butthurt.
I love you guys anyway, but come on, be tougher!
(this is not a serious post. it’s TRUE, but come on, it’s entertainment, and meant to be fun.)KNEE.
while construction (of windows) is taking place on my building, the downstairs people were playing COUNTRY music, on guitars n shit.
then they played “oldies” (they kind from the 50s.)
they played House of the Rising Sun, and many others.
they didn’t end on an a minor becoming an a minor 7 becoming C Major though… (I went and told them this after.)
what’s worse, the construction on our building with the hammering, or that bloody COUNTRY music being played LIVE one floor below?
hey, hey, nothin’ wrong with country music, it just ain’t my taste, ya dig.
total humans, droids-”
no comment, but if you guess it right, smile:)