I wrote this earlier... Elsewheres.
Agitated
Self destructive. Intentional. Buzz words. Fluid. Wispy. Trials. Time. Fluid times the square root of a perfect cube.
I ate me some coffee…well drank. Coffee, sugar, chocolate topping. Hot water. Milk.
This on top of ritalin. Three times one pill.
Now what?
I am agitated. intentionally
Self destructive
I are three ritalin, then a lot! of coffee….
Ate
Was hungry, now not
When I say don’t, do
But don’t. Or do. Or dodo
Flightless extinct bird…..Mmm yes
I’m disappointed you’re not here for me to be all insane at. That’s not to say you should be on my account or anything, I do understand the importance of cleaning day…Or I would if I had a cleaning day… Nay I have renaeden. Who cleans for me. Such is the way…I should feel guilt, I do feel guilt, don't I? Normally. Ordinarily. Usually.
And I should clean more, and yet I do not have a care and just watch her clean my messy mess with nonchalant amusement (her nonchalant and me amused ha the arrogance the disloyalty the ignorance of what I have, of what she gives me freely without request...and with request. I am unworthy of her friendship, such is her esteem). I’ve now taken a ritalin AND a dex. How novel. I should record my reactions for science. I do excuse any punctuation and spelling errors, I blame them on one of them things…or a combination thereof… My tablet, my quasi-psuedo-dyslexia, and the agitation brought on by the ritalin, dex and coffee.
This is fun. This way with wordy worded wordness
I’ve written some pretty entertaining sentences while agitated..and yet somehow I doubt I could write a coherent piece of fiction… Maybe if I wanted the character to come off as agitated, flight of ideas, skittish… Or arrogant. Maybe even manic. Could make for an interesting character study indeed. But meh, boring.
Some of this I write for reaction…Ok a lot of this. But some is stark, honest, bare. something meh
Have I indeed found the key?
I recall trying with a lack of sleep
I recall toying with trying by ceasing lithium…
But is the key…stimulants? Interesting…most interesting.
I am like a Vulcan…and yet emotional, please, amused, maybe arrogant given the impetus…
Words.
I written thee, or typed…Essentially I conceived thee and thus you were. Am I not a god then to these words? I remind myself of Gary Mitchell (research if you know not)
But unlike Gary, I would not seek to control the words after their creation (unless a spelling, punctuation or grammar error lurks…maybe like God’s dislike for the Sodomites and such… Maybe they were spelling errors in his dissertations…)
Oh the adventure you’ll have when you return to read all this.
FUN FUN FUN
*insane giggle* /acting
*bounce* Bored.
All that. Is mania.
