Just get it over with.

End the excitement that

I'm unwilling to have.

Like a cock ring, it is just

something extra in order to make

the final result appear thought through.

I prefer slopes to various levels, or stairs.

Although with todays technology

it really doesn't matter, because

access has been simplified to the point

of everything being just a paver or two away.

I've seen the catalogues and they

offer me many, many choices in ladders

and cements.

Its a lot.

Some cements are incredibly quick drying.

They got it down to minutes.

I'm really in a hurry.

Missing comfort.

Just need a place to rest.

There is this weird ass, fine line between

oblivion and a slight awareness to our surroundings.

It only takes just a tiny, tiny, tiny bit of connection to whats around

for our whole facial set up to be something else.

Staring is a free world with no laws or rules.

Until you get caught, then theres all kinds of rules.

Its not like theres some kind of shortage of

sleep out there.

Just gotta hunt that shit down.

Do we need a reason?

All that does is introduce

the possibility of blame.

But without that it would be our own fault.

Of course figuring things out is just

another form of blame.

Even shut up doesn't help.

well

Lets try.

Blah, blah, blah.

S'like,

whos listening anyway?

I don't pick up stray dogs,

so I'm probably not listening to

what you're saying.

What?