what ? who are they. i dont even know them. i dont think i like them. they are just frisbees, they come and pass. thats it. they are nothing to me. they dont even exist. why should they? like i dont have any use of them. i dont even want to use them. they are as much waste as i cant take. why even bother to think about them. i really dont feel their need. i despise it. perfectly needless. they are dead. too dead to come back again. i can see their ghosts now. red, green , blue orange. they are like colors. whats your favourite color? i am past that now. god take care of them but dont expect it from me. like they start killing me and i am already half dead.

hey,

look what i found, nothing , absolutely nothing. like i wanted to go but i didnt. what if I had? nothing, absolutely nothing. there still is a lot to look forward to, right. I absolutely think so till I think too much. How can there be an awful lot of stuff to look forward to. to tell you the truth there isnt much. How the hell did you ever think of such a thing. Its right there looking at you. dont you get it. like you should but you dont. why? To be there and still not be there as if it was the place meant to be. not exactly, maybe. look i really dont know. its a lot to be weighed down. you got to run up and face it. but i really dont get the hang of it. maybe, surely or what. do you know. frankly tell me whats on your mind because i dont have a clue about me. tonight we dance. no maybe we dont. like i am acting weird and there is far too much nonsense out here. i got to clean up. dont you think so. but it keeps on getting bigger and bigger. its piling on like anything now. the mess. like the place is too dirty now. right to the animate, its too dirty. excessive dirt. mind if i mind what i dont mind. as in tell me what, why. its heavy. too heavy. i can feel it. can you? ofcourse you cant. you do, right? . I dont know.