Section 1 by Jonilka

Subsections of thoughts derived in sequences of normality. What is an actual place of comfort? I'm in my chair, it's lovely. Did you take your medicine? Yes. I did, yesterday. I should do that. Yes. Creations of marketed thoughts in theft of reality sold and distributed for profitable gain as you sit in your room contemplating your next fuck. Your next fuck, LOL. You still haven't found one. Asia. Conversations at a desk, the typewriter livens, as each scroll leads to the next sentence a page is filled. Reality hits again. Friends are a must to survive, reality must interact with life outside thought. She sits in her room, the screen fills with letters of typed loves realities and adventures to be fulfilled. Next day, must keep up. Don't hurt those you care about, remember yourself. Don't change. You understand. The coffee is near the pot. Too lazy to get up though it'll be soon. Soda is of comfort when the water is sick. It pisses me off, “what?” The earth is getting sick, so am I. I'm drinking soda. Now the food is sick. I'm scared. It's happening again, the food the water, I can't afford to live like this, soon it'll be the clothes. I hope not. That's what they're saying. Reality I can. It'll be okay. Yeah right like last time. Right. Nude modeling. This should work. Stop caring and respond when you have to. I thought of that today. I think I'm over caring, that was supposed to be last time. I hope it sticks. It'll have to.