Hey there.

I've been feeling weird lately. My head surges and overflows with thoughts. I'm not sure if I'm even thinking, like someone else is thinking for me. But I know it's me, they're my thoughts, my mind. Why do I think? What do I think? What is thought? How? Why do we exist? Do we exist even? Is all life a dream, if so, whose dream? And why? Is it all a fabrication of unexplainable things? What's going on, why? What is sadness, what is happiness? What is hate, what is love? What is emotion? why do we have emotions? What are we? What am I? Who am I? Why am I? But also, I'm not alone. There are more. People, that's what they are. Just like me, other people. What are they, why do they exist? Why am I surrounded by others? But they aren't just like me. No. They are different, everyone seems do be different, no two match, nor will they ever. Some good, some bad. Some interesting, some annoying. Some are enteraining even, some can be intellectual, and then some can be stupid. Some are sad, some are happy, some are mysterious, and some have nothing to hide. Some bear with them sadness to bore into the minds of others, while some live to spreag anger and hatred to the world, and for some it is all they can do to bring joy to everything around them. some are weird, some are weirder, no one is normal, but everyone is different. But what are they to me? What am I to them, or even am I to them? What am I? I'm confused.

Now that I have rambled you into submission, your brain is MINE! Yes, by reading this figment of my head meats, I have confused you up so bad, I bet your wishing I didn't confuse you up so bad! You are now lost, in a world of unanswered questions, and untold truths, and nowhere to go! This newfound vulnerability has allowed me to breifly control your miiiiiiiiiiiiiiind. No go make me a taco. Make sure it's a good taco, or I'll have you make another taco, and so on and so forth. MAKE WITH THE TACOOOOS!

Wheehee!