(I highly recommend this writing exercise! Let your mind run freely as you write anything your thoughts give you without stopping to edit! Write until you feel that moment of completion - without trying to get there!)
What if pac-man were to pack, man? Like a bad man, with a toucan?
You know, fruit-loops? Baby poop scoop. Plastic baggy, not a caddie. Caddie shack? Bring it back. Falling back. Caught off track. Of the track. You're on crack.Crack head. Cracked the bed. Bed feels good. Why don't I sleep? Sleep feels good when you sink into the feeling that you're never coming back.You fall into a dream and it seems you've been there all long and you were never anywhere else.Where are you now? Where are your dreams? Does life seem real? Does your apple peal?Would you appeal if you were charged with a crime you committed? Would you be smitten if you were acquitted? I don't like to lie but I do it sometimes. Sometimes. Sometimes doesn't mean anything other than yes. If you've ever done it, you've done it. You haven't just sort of done it, you've done it. What have you done? What have you done in your life? What haven't you done? Are the things you haven't done things you don't want to do or things you're still trying to get the courage to do? Why are you scared? Are you prepared? Are you impaired? I'll be departed. Before my life is started. Unless I wake up, and make up, for time I've already lost. Wait I can't. Time is gone. Time is lost. Time is the only thing I can't get back and it's already gone.
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