achoo. 

ah-choo.

i'm so sick. i hate myslef sic. 

attempt to float suffering like a black sheep in clouds.

when i was a billy goat i was allergic to grass.

you can't trust anyone. especially the nitwits who don't trust you.

i had acute bronchitis when i was a skeleton boy. now i'm with an iridescent antennaed bug in a web. and i yet have the bronchitis.

it never comes out in the intended order anymore. we're free of order. one day they will practice creative anarchy when the archaic governments have killed enough that profits decline. for now and forever though it's subordination, all for one.

i thought my pentax was getting blind. it was my settings.

ahchoo. sometimes when i sneezing fit i feel like a blinking newborn.