Words have power. It's where the term "spelling" came from...allegedly.
Upon the floor I lay there crumpled scrunched into a ball. The carpet dust it duly parted as it broke my fall. A quick glimpse of a hairy navel, quicker than a whizz.
Around and round in circles, 360 degrees, my mind it talky horse shit....my defect disagrees. It's jibbba jabba 101, many brothers it shall please Entertained by flatulence and munchy on da cheese.
One foot on the throttle and one on the brake. I want to hog the midnight cake. Burn myself out, seeking self fame, wake up in 4 hours and do it again..
I bumped into my mate from school days last week and asked him how he's doing. "I prepare meals for drunks, drug addicts and hobos" "Oh so you work at a charity shelter then.
"The means by which the mind is regressed back to childhood in order to make the dipshit therapist feel ok as they have there own underlying agenda".
Psychologist "I am a wonderful intelligent human being with fascinating Freudian insights.