themidnightcafe☂ and then they woke up and realized the entire century was a template and breeding ground for fakers. they poured out whatever they were drinking. they sat around on roman couches and siberian rugs, rubbing their eyelids, smoking pixie sticks and never feeling the same.

I took some Dexedrine, which i am on now, and i feel like the king of the forest and the land. This essay is a piece of cherry cake, my hand are as smooth as grand piano keys, i could shit out a hit song right now and re-invent eternal sunshine. I could cook a meal that feeds the queen right now and drive a car to the moon. If i could feel like this every morning and night and afternoon i would sell a kidney. Nivedh is watching the Royal Tenenbaums on my bed and Erin is on her computer. I am a kookity kook. like THE kooks. or not at all. i want to finish this essay and finish my lecture and finish my 18th year and fly to Jupiter and rule it. I want to be a ruler. not a scale, not the measuring tool, but if we were speaking in those terms, i want to be 12 inches and 16 meters. when i stretch my fingers they are each 15 miles. each line splits them into 5 mile distances, or minutes. Primarily, my life is only 15 minutes then. the first 5 i tried to figure myself out. the next 5 i used what i figured out. the last 5 i went to bed. I probaby wont go to bed tonight but thats just because today, for elongations sake, i will be stuck on the 10th minute. Grinning, typing, and turning back time.