Writer Without A Cause,
I write for no reason. I cannot stop writing. I am liked an addicted hyenia, I laugh and than I write. I write to get rid of the voices. The voice about why the world is and,why it is not this or that and, what it ought to be. Like I can change Bush. Oh, I can change my bush but not Mr. Bush. No you can fuck bush or hate Bush. Both are empty.
So what, I don't care. I am only here to entertain my mind.
Practice my free speech. I hate Bush. The world is a lie. It's all misinformation to just throw you off the path. Like a great mystery. You get to laugh at death, truely go home. This is just a story about it.
List of its
What is a deb-it?
it is all things and everything.
so everyday you deb-it
I had a dream i never woke up.
was it death? attraction moves the universe. i am attracted to the dark side yet i want light. so i am a paradox? i am an anegma: wrapped up in a cameleon . . . so the truth is this is an illusion so i suggest you get a sense of humor. what do i know. i am the puppet. words of wisdon . . . do nothing.
Why is it hard to do nothing? Try to do nothing for one minuite. go on; i dare ya. ok, than do nothing for three minutes. let your mind do nothing; yea, bet ya can't do that one.
As Deb-it sees it:
Sex is not over-rated
It should be like three meals a day
It is best to wash before sex
You can be daring and not use protection
Get Aids, pregnant some nasty little STD's
Oh, life is a risk, is it not?
I feel like an unwatered plant, no sex for six months?
I may wilt and die, it is indeed a record for me
So, as I see it, sex is healthy unless it's your Daddy trying to fuck you