There's no point to stop being a dick just to become a better asshole..
is what my mind had stymbled upoin as a reward of being so bright eyed when all that was opened are best left shut. Wuse werds and cracq kuotes are the fruits of my laborious streaks of schleeplessness. There's nothing wrong though is as much as I am capable of - as far as justification concurs, with the combination of a tids and tads of intellect mixed with a little bit of nightly intoxication.
Its just that it seems everything is just where they're supposed to be except that you're walking on the ceiling upside down. Well now looks who's walking the talk. Or rather, no, no rather.
I'd rather try to talk my pillow out of allowing me some grace period. With grace. No, not the Gracey Skirty next door, the Grace grace. Yes.
Now where did I shelve my pills ?