Battlefield

Right now my brain feels split in half, like there are two armies, both battling to the death, trying to win power over my inspiration. They don't want to compromise, nor does either one want to give up, so they fight constantly. I know which one of them I'm rooting for, but it seems like the control over the final verdict is either out of my hands or based purely upon long distance strategies that I initiate

I want to live

So here I am, sitting at the bottom of a dark well, the ring above me, and water all around me. I think to myself that there is no way out for me, that I should just give up, but then I get an idea.

I search around the water until I find a dead body, Samara's if you know the story. Then I look at the water irrigated face of hers and see how worthless she really is. I smile because she looks kind of funny in a creepy way, then I drop her and try to think of a way out.

Treasure Island

I remember when I was younger trying to read Treasure Island. The version my family had in the house was a really old looking worn out hardcover with a

Blandness

Thought dumpage, eh? I need to come up with a new name for this, seriously! Ahahahahaha. Here goes nothing. I don't know what the fuck to say. There's nothing to say, really. Everything's already been said. I don't want to keep typing, but my fingers keep moving regardless, so come on, and follow me into this magical world of brain knowledge soup. We'll go for the greatest dive ever. Make sure to bring your scuba-gear, or you may drown.