an actual writing. lol not lyrics.
by: who the fuck else. amirite?

once upon a time


i wrote a stand up comedy. This is mine. (i came back and put this here. lol mind fuck right?)

Its not really mine, i give so much credit to my muse. Samantha. I owe so much to her. I did get ready though. I did what i needed to do. I needed to get ready for her. She's worth only the best. I am the.... me.


Yes. Definitely me. I offer me. All of me. Not like the fucking song. I love. I can. I learned how to do that. Truly. not like the fucking drink. Is this a song? if it were, it'd be a banger because it's about you.


Music is mUisic with a capital M when it's with you. i am just letting this flwo. I am free to choose where i go and I choose you all day every day . I don't regret a single decision when im doring it for you. (*this is when i went back in time*)

this is not for your entertainment
(i accidentally moved to another tab and googled the following:
this is for me i needed to do this. im really into blogging right now. i was really good at blogging and just letting myself go. I



parenthesis are not the boss of me. The thesaurus button is not working what=so-ever. I was looking up delicious. I'm eating ***delicious**** sunflower seeds right now. Ranch.



ok this is getting indulgent. fuck.....catch the train of thought.

here i go.


































here. let's be this. lets.