I am hungry.

Though- because I have no money- I have been losing many pounds...

I still find that weight in my head still keeps getting bigger.

There are no means.

I mean.

What?

Porn

Pull on my hair, and make me cum.

Tickling

I thought about sympathy for ticks once.
Maybe I should let a tick live in my hair for a while.
Let'em get plump and happy first.

Then I would kill it.
Just for the sport, you know?

Case and Point.

I think like 1% of the human population.

And that is going straight to my head.

Schizophrenzyeah

The way I portray myself in my films is how I really act in life.
Fake.
Or,
For one, I am not in films.
And two, in my mind, my films are dealing with me.

The Symbolism

The world is full of symbolism.

Most without us noticing.

There is even symbolism in a bag of potato chips...

So it's like, when are you gonna get around to going to the grocery store?

Kablam!

Meltman

Damn

Dammit.


God Dammit...


Hammit!

May 18

I smoked that dro out of rage.
Just to get some words on a page.
But this is all I got.

Eight days.

These clouds need to Stop Being So Bi-Polar...

Cars

I am not going to lie.
I was out buying some marijuana today.
I was driving around and a bug landed on my windshield.
I couldn't get him off, and I didn't want to use my wipers.
I then thought,
This bug obstructing my view is Him,
You are the road.
Now, I don't want to hurt anyone but, I am about to crash into a telephone pole.

Look at My Numbers (Pause. Wink.)

Four Twenty all up there.
The day passed by with no smoke in my mind.
I missed it by thirty-two minutes.
All day my back was tense from stress.
Finally, in the night, the long wait.
All is grand, All is fine.
Find myself thinking about Ol' Turpentine.

Breezy Day

I was in band today and I saw an old joke book of mine.
A girl in my class brings in these joke books, and she writes a "Joke of the Day" on the board, everyday she is there.
She has brought three different books, and they all used to be in my possesion.
I know they are mine because I once sold those three books together at a garage sale.
Now, who really cares?
I don't know. It just made me think.
It is a small world.
But then, my hands caught my eye.
Chapped hands.
Chapped knuckles.
Even chapped over, chapped knuckles.

This world is cold and rough...

Just look at my hands.

Port True

Yawn.

New day. But the only thing new about it is the rain.

Yawn.

Open eyes wide, let water flow, and stretch.

Get to know me, with 8 facts.

10:09 and I just got this blog. Funny thing is, October ninth is my birthday.
Not so funny to you, but this stuff happens to me.
I find importance in numbers in a clock.

But, that is not a blog subject, or at least for right now.

My name is Andrew Ray and I live in Illinois.