There's No Title Here... I Can't Think.

Is it here we go again?

A lot of things happen every time. As long as this mind keeps running and ruminating up to the very last things it is supposed to chew on.

One thing is certain. When I'm broke, everything stops functioning. Well, my preek still does but to what end? It's the classic case of being as useless as the P in "psychology". Who makes up these words anyway? Psychology. Gods, what a stupid name. Is that you Bobby B? But seriously how can these Language People choose a word that describes a human being's brain when an overwhelming majority of them can't spell it?

If you're still reading up to this point, I pity you.

This is the first thing I've written in months that's more than a sentence placed on a GIF.

The problem with going off is that whenever you come back, you always have no fucking clue where to start from. You're left standing in the Sahara desert in need of water. Because that's how it usually works. The human brain. Fail to feed it and it will fail to feed you when you need it.