Here is something for you to read that means nothing.
A plan for a slacker.

Overdosing on drugs is fun until you die. But then you don't have to think about it.

I like to punch stuff and break stuff. But not really. I just thought it.

I don’t worry about the future, which isn't smart, but it's interesting.

Something along those lines. That sounds like a good time. Sounds like a dumb plan. But I'm a dumb kid. And that’s the kind of thing that I do.

"God made mistakes. We threw rocks at the sky." -Wolf Parade

Go wild and burn out after a few months and feel like shit. You've been controlled for so long that you don’t know any better. But you'll be normal again after a while. I'm sure you'll be fine. And fun.

Fun first few days. Then fade to boring.

I rule over myself but I make most of the right decisions. I don’t need someone following my every move to make sure it's right.

I hear Nazi is a bad thing. There are a lot of those.

And I haven't written for a while. Not because I haven't thought. Because I haven't cared. I don’t care to share or remember. But I guess every now and then I get the feeling.

I like short choppy sentences. Because that’s the way that people think.

And I want to write a letter to someone.

When isn't it a good time to play strip poker and spin the bottle?
That time wouldn't be a good one.

I wouldn't mind if I went blind because you could just give me paper without lines and I can write then. And someone can fix it up. And I will have music. But with my eyes closed at all times. Which is like being surrounded.

Paper without lines. Or boundaries.

And when I say you, I wonder who I mean. I guess the general public but I'm sure I mean something else.

I'm not trying to be deep. It's weird to write down random stuff and see what comes out.

I hate rhyming. The first thing I think of when I say run or fun is gun. Why does my mind love symmetry and rhyming?

And I will make art with writing because writing is art, ok?

And there was silence. And there were mountains. And there were stars in the light.

When I explain certain things about myself, I say that I feel bad saying those things. But I don't really feel bad. It just sounds like the right thing to say.

And bored again. Up for fun?