My mind is full of shit. Yet I'm always craving for more. And I'm not talking about literal shit, I'm talking about Mysterious...shit. I always want to decode that shit, or solve this shit or I don't know. Remember I was always instigating the Murder Game? I always loved playing detective. Hmmm...either that or I'm thinking about patterns in my behaviour. There are times when I'm especially ecstatic and impulsive, and one of those times are now.
Either way, my mind is always thirsty for something to mull over.
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