Coherent flow of thoughts.

A steal whip.

Lashing.

Breathe.

Live.

Art.

Think.

Too hard.

Too much.

Too weird.

Insanity.

When?

Where?

Why?

Oh, no!

I don't know.

This makes no sense.

Coherent flow of thoughts.

I'm not, exactly, sure where I am.

I have a lot of stuff to clean up back at the house.

Party.

They make for good messes.

What?

What does that mean?

Huh?

This is fucking stupid..

Why would I type this?

...art

..art..
art...