I hear the trees, but they aren't saying much, they're just sort of chilling, while listening to that guy that plays the pan flute, and I think his na

me is Zamfir, or Pam Grier, but you know who I mean, please god, let them know who I mean, because I don't want to be that guy, yeah, that guy.

I should be in bed because I am sleepy, or tired, and I always get those two things (sleepy and tired) confused, even though they are not the same, but you have to admit they are similar, and could be confusing to some who has a native tongue other than English, or is on mind altering medication, either legal or the opposite of legal, or, or, o'er ...
That's it, my sinus will not permit me to continue this post into madness, army of madness, river of madness, escape into madness, sadness into madness, badness into madness, bad ass into madness, bad axe (MI) into madness, radness, fadness, cheryl laddness, gratius ...
Fuck, never mind, just fuck, fyck, fyck, fyckg, fuyck, fuck.