Aaah. What’s goin on? AAAAAAAAAAAA. What?

I don’t know what that was. Apparently that is my brain responding to spending every waking moment with my parents. My brain says hi. Please respond. Huh. I can see a monkey riding a centaur. They are now merging. The monkey is in the place of the human. The monkey is now holding a lasso. Why? Why? I can hear Juice Wrld. Did I finish watching Parks & Rec a decade ago? What happened to Bens “Cones of Dunshire”. Did I somehow get into UNC? (I dunno how. UNC just got scammed. Why? ‘Cause I’m stupid). This free association thing is really bugging me oooouuuuttt. I’m making no sense right?

Well, that is because I just sit around doing nothing during quarantine. Now I have 4 APs. I couldn’t care less, but my parents do. & since my survival depends on their happiness, I must expedite. Still. I still don’t care & have to revise. I am dead. The first to go were my eyes. They turned to mush. The whites turned black & my irises changed to purple. It is now a century egg. The crows are cawing. Caw. Caw. They peck at the eggs. I don’t feel anything. Soon, I cannot see anything. The eggs are consumed.

My almond skin is turning into a feverish poisonous blue. Blue at throat, ash across the body. I am the destroyer god. What am I saying? God is dead. I couldn’t care much.

I am a hypocrite. I do care. About what? ’bout some bout of louts that I call friends. Do I have any friends?

I am rambling. This is a warning. This is a warning. We are now in lockdown. We are now in lockdown. We are now in lockdown. We are now in lockdown. We are now in lockdown.

When will I awaken? Did I just fail the SAT by getting a 1470? What have I done? Have I done anything. This is weird.

I am not creative. There is no subliminal message in this rant. Is it ranting? I kinda wish I had never existed. Oh how everything could go dark in a few milliseconds! Or how it could go dark in an eternity. I am done. What does it matter.

Cry me a river. I will cross it. Something pulling at my leg. Rotting corpse. Who is it? No clue. Yet I know this person. Everyone knows who this is. Subliminal messages don’t exist. What happened to good ol’ fashioned no nonsense?

I am a lunatic. Don’t mind me.