Undercover

Do you know people who go undercover and pop up later?

Dream

I remember now in the one earlier today, the frog|cat was saying think I can't pick you up by your feet a few times and stimulated me a few times there and then I felt like a baton.

Who do you think you are?

Who goes by and pieces together the feeling of some sensation that shouldn't be?  And then uses it to govern the mood and doings?  Just to abuse one person, clearly, over others.  We all make mistakes.  Who do you think you are?

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So, I'm kinda tired.. :/

I just had some sweets, too.  I need to eat a better variety of food.  Pizza?

Hey!

I'm having problems thinking of something special to me!  What uptight-

So, are you okay?

I just was upset.  I don't think I meant to curse certain people out, but I guess something happened.  Wait, maybe, it did really happen.  It might not have been on purpose  :|

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I try not to curse at you again but probably will in some way.  I just hope nothing happens to make me want to.  It's my blog.  It's my privacy.

Cursing is not the center of attention.  It's something people do to be funny and when they don't know what to say and when they're used to it.  I know I didn't go to the grocery store one week and was eating a lot of hamburgers and then got mad on my blog.  :(  I think I had cursed before, in general.

I see now I didn't do anything nasty like call anyone shit outright, recently.  I said I was being treated like shit.  :|

Well, the proof is in the pudding, try to erase the memory.  :|

Dream

I don't remember it all at the moment, but Celine Dion was in it.  Ah yes.  I was wrapping Christmas presents.  So far, I just had thin slices of chocolate.  I went off to some place to look at like a stand that you rotate of goods.  My mom advised me and someone like my grandma was there to help me.  Ah yes, I was in like a church and someone was singing like Celine Dion, and sometimes I sang along.  Celine Dion was watching.  I think it was "Call the Man."  I got attention, and she handed something to me, like in a chapel on the side, to let me in on like a joke of what I really wanted to do.  That and the singing were the peak.  Supposedly, I was a really good singer.  The rotating thing was outside.  It had something to do with putting things in cards, too, red ones with like red and green and white cards.

A snack and back to bed maybe.

}:0 What's your problem?

Yes, I got up!  I got up to say I don't want to feel my father nor disgusting people when I'm trying to feel in bed!  What's your problem?

Proven Stupid

I got the idea that, blatantly, my dad thought he was like right and better than everyone else or something I forget oh yea and he doesn't care how he treats other people, like pointing out nice ones, thinking he's smart and moving things along.  I'm so sick of this.  I wanted to grow up in the west, in Hollywood.  I don't throw away my experiences.  }:)  Like, he thinks that like I'm worse than shit and it seems others think I'm not even a nigger, but that's not true and that didn't have to happen.  Like, I get the feeling he's staring others down, and he doesn't know it.  We shouldn't give in to shit like that.  I hate you all!  I'm just gonna *beep* you!

I need to fix my site.

Halp!

I'm going through the thought of broken up from what I imagined like a concentration on the eyes, in relation to a picture of a girl with white hair with seedy, lazy eyes I put on on my Twitter.  }80

Back to Bed 8)

The Good Feeling in My Arm

I know I think I could feel it, but I guess watching a girl after talking about Tim Burton helped.  The influence of a girl who wants to touch me more personally always helps.  :|

Yea, the feeling was so strong.  I felt it so long but sorta broken up.

What?

Why do I keep getting these sassy messages?  I'm being treated like shit, like holding out, with no respect.  You think I have no discipline, but I've tried to be disciplined since I can remember.  Well, maybe since my mom disciplined me, too.  I think I was before, though.  Peopel always said I was outta this world like too shy and good.  How dare you make such racist suggestions!  If something happens and there's a reason, by other people that means I'm right.  You'll find there are more than one reason.  It does make me uncomfortable.  :|

Halp!

I'm being bombarded with messages, like associating things together that I don't like that will come up later.  I'm being born into to like think when I'm tired, and it's not hard to wonder why I'm tired of thinking!  ':0

What's going on?

Why do I keep getting messages of things being physical and literal but having no meaning?

Dream

So, I still had a place open where I could find out about singing.  Tim got Johnny there, and I couldn't open him, a silver thing in a bottomless abyss.  I walked down a hallway and decided not to fly, and the people saw me.  They were saying I was dead.

A girl had come in and ate lunch.  I said that I bloated and couldn't feel good lying on my stomach or something when I didn't eat.  Someone else was eating, too.  I had a bar.  I even had a container of bars.  There were some bars sitting in a container somewhere else.  The ones somewhere else were jelly.  The ones in my bag were chocolate.  I got some other kind.  I think the other girls had something like jelly.

I'm not sure if it was a pirate song.  I think I imagined myself singing it.  It was with a choir.  I was simply a skilled or pleasant singer.  I'm not really, but I put in a lot of effort.

It was interesting when the teacher came in and seemed so dreamy and adamant about me for some, strange reason.  She was rather petite yet gross and not really appealing.  Well, she was in front, but her attitude was sly.  I mean on the surface!

N Word Thing

I'm thinking, oh well, at least that's over, but you know, it's not okay.  This all happened since the n word thing.

The Real Deal

I'm tired of the fascinations of others in the world like that England and L.A. do the real thing as in torturing you, and they're perverted, demented individuals.