2 am ish

Fuck. My "just set in to make", failed. So, Nothing I tried worked out and my soul rotted. So I whispered all of this shit about to myself and became aware that every intention I had is lacking, and so I put on myself and summoned up all mad ideas with otherworlds and snarling spirits for kicks and uh about uh 100 years or so ago my show I let to the devil, my puzzling remarks inhead, goin' on... I was just about distracted that's all. Smiling just made me remember I was nothing special.