johnnyfive

i've developed a habit of staring at words and spelling them backwards in my head. i can't seem to stay awake when i want to stay awake and i can't sleep when i want to sleep. my life runs like a tv show except i'm the crazy guy that lives next door and the show's about me. regular people pop in intermitently to add relief to the cast of weirdos that come in and out of my life. the writers keep me single because it's good for ratings.
it's time to be vegetarian again. i'm not sure why, but i think i will. i'm not big on commitments so it's not like i have to reinvent myself to do so, i just do it when i want to and stop when i want to. just like everything else in my life. maybe i'm a control freak. i wonder if i'll control my death. probably not sometimes i wish i could have controlled my birth. i fell on my bad elbow and two of the three screwsi in it punctured the skin slightly, but it hurt like all get out. concrete impact on metal drilled into my skeletal structure resonates like electricity and copper. by the way do you know what color a flame is when exposed to copper?