Directionless we travel on the manipulated brain wave tracks our generation's media inspired. "I know what you are talking about" (though others may not). We are the weird ones they say, because at that critical time when we were supposed to pass from adolescence, youth, adulthood…we didn't. Maybe on the outside, but only in costume. They call us paranoid, but who wouldn't be after all the vampire-werewolf-zombie movies we've seen, not to mention the government conspiracy/slasher ones (truly realistic).
Randomness is how we talk and live and…work? Can it be called that? Not everything that passes my way will get fancied by me, but there are some-things that get me out of bed, excited to see what will happen next. Jiminy cricket; there is so much knowledge out there! I sometimes forget the name of the main character from the last book I read. Information overload. I want to be over-something. I am not oversexed, nor overworked or overpaid, I certainly don't want to be overdramatic (plays and movies end). I guess I will just be overly-unsatisfied.
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