Ijustwanttowakeup.

Charlatan.
i am the good Samaritan?
is to be thrown overboard to be unburdened?
i-hop.
what is it to lead a normal life anyway.
i suppose there wasn't enough time..
paper or plastic?
the breath i breathe is not my own..
$1.99 or 2 for $4.
the commuter life..single serving people in a single serving place.
the terminal?
i wonder to myself.. whats in these cheeseburgers anyway?'
i chose a place to sit out of the way, so i could observe.
a solemn parade of shadows, imitations of life.
a man with a Spanish accent came up and asked if he could eat with me.
i glanced around, there seems to be allot of empty seats..
his shirt was blue..
Indian carryout.
small talk.
through his lurid accent i could pick out that he wished he was elsewhere.
the Alamo.
i get up to throw away my trash.
shes watching me, awkwardly frozen in mid-step.
Burgundy skirted and mild mannered, she was beautiful.
i find myself waking up, but waking up into another dream.. i cant get out.
i suppose I'm where i am now... but I'm beginning to wonder why i came. ..planet star bucks
strawberry Chi tea? when ever we kissed you would smile.
i often thought that penguins wished they flew, and that they have not forgotten they're comrades.. in approaching air balloons.
As the patterns become more intricate, being swept along is no longer enough. the lucid dream?
i think that who ever invented the answering machine should be shot.
i don't want to dream any more.