nonsensical

Whimsical fairies keep uploading my brain almost hot wiring me to some intergalactic force. At least I yearn for them to play hid and seek possibly in the faded mirror in my bathroom. Still i wait roaming around pretending i'll catch a glimpse of thier karma forplay. It is inevitable that i may exchange a vow to myself a primal decision an adventageuos urge to just make up my mind about this reality. This image of me seems to play havoc w/ my abstract tendencies.