hmm interesting.

today i punched a dragon .

then i fucked up some chickens. took they bodies. and ate them.

sold their feathers for gold.

got real bold at a the bar.

now mr sandman came to me in her bed.

i think of such things in the morning.

i wonder what people other than me think of in the morning sometimes.

sometimes i wonder what is going on here. and then years pass.

then i am dead.

that was my life.

for i was here and there and not here at all.

that was just some crazy shit i like to think about.

the words that i think about. the shit that gets written. you would all think i would be something else. when i am just here is all.