david_prophet

My head is all fucked up from sleeping in too late. I'm sitting here wondering what internal mechanic in my brain is responsible for keeping me from facing reality. I like reality. It can be fun when adequately dealt with. But when you live outside of it for long enough, it becomes a scary place that you don't want to face. I wonder how long it goes on like this? I wonder how it comes to change?

See? Told you my head is all fucked up.

PS: I'm a rock star ninja astronaut, and I'm flying a rocket-ship toward planet clusterfuck. Good times will ensue.