Words, words, and sometimes, too many words.

Sometimes, I think. And unfortunately, I am left with nothing but truckload full of thoughts. Or bullshit. Whichever you want to keep it, you may keep it. So, I update statuses, and vent out. Diaries, you see, are useless. Blame it on a life without any real deal of sex. No body knows, no body lives. Everybody dies. It’s all ‘cause people should have more sex than they actually do. They should just have sex. Not have babies. Babies add to population. We already have quite a few people around. But I can’t name names, you see. It’s futile. Enough for now. I don’t sleep. I drink a lot. Not alcohol, but sodas. Sweetened sodas. Yes. I’m fat and I fart. But I don’t booze. I’m, after all, a simple man. I don’t live. I just die.