The fun mixed typing from Wednesday

So here I am, standing in the rain. Watching the roads flood and rivers rising. Cars slipping and sliding. Bad visibility and heavy traffic. Seeing the grass being soaked by the rain. Everyone standing outside with umbrellas. People talking to each other saying they wish to be at home sleeping. Some people getting stuck in the floods because they don’t go around. Spooky dark night with too much fog. Can’t even see the street lights or the cars. I hit the car in front of me it meant to happened. Or maybe it didn’t? I badly hope it was all a ream. What the hell’s wrong with me?! I shouldn’t have drank that thing from earlier! Damn it, what should I do? Should I call the police? Should I hide the body. Should I summon the Dear leader? As all the possible outcome cross my mind I feel a sense of relief because THIS is what my life was missing, THIS thrill. Oh this is fucking great, this is what revenge should feel like. I want more, I want to make them all pay. For everything they took from, for everything they ever did! They took my family they destroyed my life. It’s not just a desire to seek revenge but it’s now embedded in my soul. I have nothing everything I thought I was is now gone. I lost myself somewhere along this journey. I don’t know how or

Who I am any longer. How could I have let myself slip away? I can no longer live this way. I have to find the real me. I deserve to be happy! I need to do it for me, no one else can bring me happiness but myself. But where do I start? What can I possibly do to find the real me? Where to look? I can’t even remember where I lost her. All I can remember is putting Jessie, Woody’s partner in crime down in the bathtub, now I can’t find her, and Woody is lost without her.

I don’t know what to do know. How the fuck am I supposed to fix this? Huh? What was I thinking when I

Agreed to do this bull. I didn’t want to but of course, they bribed me with the good shit. McDonalds. Now who would ever deny that.

        The rain forest? Anyone who cares about the shit they put inside they mouth? Ronald McDonald’s damn kids?

        All right, I know you didn’t talk about the spinach on my teeth ‘kuz it ain’t there. There’s an apple, however, on the cover of the new sudden fiction book that I sometimes find myself transfixed in when I actually lookat it. It’s like this exploding apple gettin’ shot, some surrealistic shit. But it looks like it’s made of Styrofoam, like it’s from AC Moore.

What if Opera was president, and Donald glover was vice president? MTA needs to shove it with that fare raise you can eat my galopagos gurdy. Imma walk if that’s the case. The amount of money I pour in to the MTA they should be chauferring me home and back. Hmmm I wonder if Opera was president wpould she gicve out free health care for all . The term free seems nice in concept. But it’s not the best.