voyage

so im tripping on something. something. something. what a word something. and nothing means a lot and something too. but nothing feels lonely in its nothing world. it could be bored but it has its nothing friends to play with. play. i wanna play. with pudding and water balloons and rose petals. but only petals because thorns hurt. and no one wants to hurt. we just want to play with petals and pudding and balloons. to smoke or not to smoke. that is the question. i left reality a message once i stepped out the door. i hope it reads it. but ill be back soon anyway. its like i went to buy milk and then came back and reality didnt read the note yet. im going to smoke. i settled it. its my decision. its a new day and something is happening in the nothing. does that mean nothing is turning into something? wow. what a thing. this journey would be funner with people. but i have words just like nothing has its nothingness. oglog. hog. dog. hi. low. up. down. down and about in the wheel of a spout and it turns when it likes just like bicycle tracks. woop woop. dop doll. so next on the agenda is to make it squirl. SWUIL. swwet. sweet. doce. dulces. tchalk. talk. and then it went inside out and upside down till it couldnt roll around.