I'd like to stream HER conciousness

Slanty italics look fancy pantsy, woke up this morning doon doon doon doon got my grub on head hurt yesterday starting to hurt today but no drinky poos. i'd like to buy a steak but i might make a mistake and lie awake whilst my bowls quake and owls shake their heads 180 degrees as i turn a pristine porcline palace into a bruised brown yellow shadow of its former self. early out the flat i depart, no expected text so another callus on my heart. still at least i'm getting shit done like a dung beetle, storing it here for impressionable young minds to form a cult of hairy hat wearing manaics. probably not

election day with errections standing for candied dates. 3 friends want 3 different votes. i don't wanna vote and feel shamed for feeling so. great granddaddies didn't die in wars for such impartial apathy. i can only care about things i can see and i spend most days working or alone in my flat while my guitar gently fails to weep. explains my want to travel, get some world weary experience and actually give a shit about the shit by rollin in it

paranoid like an android that thinks its a human. one more robot learns to dreaaammm, something more than a machineeee. will everyone think i'm a pretentious shyster. inner thought are being italicsed after all. everyone seems to be a "writer" i just write out of boredom and sometimes to make folk laugh. sometimes big stuff mostly not. if it goes sour green grapes i'll make up and elaborately simple and dirty lie. so shockingly good at doing so hundreds of masks for hundreds of occasions, copied from others designs. wear them same one and snap, empathy friendly yay. anyhooters, back to lame essays with wikipedia grade research