I'm pretty sure I'm not on acid. And I'm not having a flashback because I haven't done it. Yet. Sike. So. Speaking of which, now that it's written, imagine if I apply for a job and they Google me and then give me a drug test just because I wanted to be cute and talk about doing acid.
But then it comes out negative, but then I would probably write about it and say "Wow, maybe I should watch my mouth because sometimes some people take the dumber things I say serious. You know I got tested for acid last week for this new job."
Then what? Would I get fired? Or would the company like the publicity? Will I even get a job? OH EMM GEE. I AM ABOUT TO GRADUATE. What if there are no prospects? Eff. What will I ever do. For shame. Oh Fates, have ye all not coca colaeth for thine eyes?
... but. Birds sometimes appear. Suddenly. In the morning. And I wonder where they stay because there are a lot of birds by where I live, and I've seen maybe one or two bird's nests in my life time, and I'm sure this is on purpose because they obviously don't want their eggs jacked the way we jack chicken's.
But still. Where do they go? And where do sea gulls sleep? I've never seen a sea gull nest. And I've been to the beach at night and I've never seen a sea gull there. It's like ... I'm in Love, the way they suddenly appear. Like the angels got together before you were born and put moon dust in your hair of gold and star light in your eyes. What?
You don't even know, don't act like you do.
The power of sync
2 hours ago
2 comments:
carpenters quoting matios is one of my favorite matioses
LMAO!
The song was on, it seeped into my brain.
u cot me
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