This toke's for you.

Okay.

It's late.

I'm very tired.

I'm also very stoned.

I've been smoking since 6.

It has been a long day.

If you're looking for a story plot.

This story doesn't really have a certain direction.

It's only going with my thought flowing process.

But then again, my thought processes are pretty jammed.

So, I hope you're enjoying my wonderful story of crap.

On a side note, I should be doing more productive activities.

Like, playing my guitar, doing my "homework", but, I sit here, writing.

It's hard making each sentence have one more word than the last one...

I'm getting very bored of this, very quickly, yet, I cannot pull myself away.

I wonder how many more lines of this uselessness I should do to occupy myself.

Hmm, since I'm doing this, why don't I actually write about something that will entertain people.

Problem being, I can't really think of anything to write about...so that kinda sucks for me...

Actually, it sucks for you if you somehow managed to muster the brainpower to continue reading this rant.

YOU should be doing more productive things. like reading a newspaper, or hunting something, like an Ox, or Dinosaurs.

This song is really freaking me out; It's making me feel like I'm an african tribe prisoner being spit-roasted.

Wow, that was the 20th line of stupid I've written and I realize that I haven't written a morsel of story.

I'm thinking I should stop this soon, but this sentence game I'm playing is actually quite entertaining, to say the very least.

Hey, did you know that Emus can't walk backwards? Okay, this is two sentences, I'm cheating, I just want to provide some knowledge (try).

Well, I took a breif intermission from my amazing writings of rantatious stonerized stupidityism, and I'm about ready to deal with incredible dreams that await.

Anywho, that's it for my little game, and if you got this far, I'm impressed at your fortitude for not worrying about time you've lost.

Alex.