a little thing called ... GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD

Ok that was wild but useful. Now that I have your attention ... prepare for this ransack of a man and his feelings. I’m being followed. No lie, buy a thing, unlike most stalkers, this one is not attempting to do this consciously. This wave of random emotion is a lot like waiting for a television show that you need to see, or venturing to the next chapter in a "fuck ya-kick ass" book. The show and the book have no attention of stalking you night and day; praying on your thoughts and making you suffer and wait until you meet again. No, this is a kind of torment that you just want to let go, but can't, in your own right, because unknowing to you, your secretly ... nay, the feeling is a omnipotent force that your curious about. This feeling is just a raw curious mess that follows me, but fuck ... I want to know, I feel like an agnostic who wants to believe in God, and God is poking the same agnostic with a lightning bolt in the ass. for shits sake, walking down the street the other day, I noticed my shadow, and I felt the same feeling that I do now, this one is like a shadow, and just want to turn around and say "uhm I know your there, but there’s pretty much nothing I can do about you, so instead of following me, help to accept you." I do this shadow of mine, not of one's doing, has some how creped in my mind and knowing to let it go, I just want to reject/accept it. A fucking oxymoron, but for me, no oxy ... just a moron on my part. Sure, I can go to one and say all these things but there’s a chance that one might just fade away. some may say, good let it go, at least now you wont have to think about it ... well your wrong, if that happens, the aftermath of the ones action will linger in my brain like watching the new adventures of batman. The fuck ... seriously, what ever, shadow ... I’m waiting.