emotions overwhelm your self-being so that you in short intervals feel either very happy or very sad. Tears one minute then a spinning room the next. The world is unfair and then it's a wonderful place. You hear the emoness in a song and then it's the happiest song there is.
White-tiled floors are the shizzums. And I mean that in a cool way.
Whatever you say right now, will fly pass me in a minute. Endorphins are God's greatest gift to mankind. ALL Saturday nights should be spent alone. Contemplating in a frenzied 'apeshit' way. Electricity flowing through your vascular system zapping all the way up the CNS. Foot-tapping outside your own control. Beats responsible for the way you move around.
ALL Saturday nights should be spent alone. Let this be known that haywire isn't necessarily a bad thing.
