Whatever

Hmm, and here i stand, sit, well whatever be the case. But i am here and i feel i am "just-there". No love, no calmness, just being present with nothing really associated. It's that time of the month, when emotions get heightened, not what you're thinking. None of those wet dreams, masturbation nonsense. Just that time when you feel you just exist. Well, in my loneliness i have been mischievous coming out with punch lines a. Hey, why are you so pretty? Pretty lame i reckon b. How many are you?...Yeah i mean what i said. How many are you, these beautiful ones, How many? The last time a beatiful girl was in the JSS, you are the most current since then. You are really rare species aint ya? c. Well you tired i guess. That's what you get for being all so pretty. You never rest, you just shift from one's dream to the next. Well. aint been creative in this state. Whatever.