Pizza come pizza go. I'll be running late for work if it doesn't show. I'm a pleaser, please please me. Pizza please, if it pleases you I'll buy it at the sake of my own inconvienience. Please pizza, please hurry up. Or I'll be late for work. At my own pizza job seperate from this pizza place I'm ordering at. If I don't make sense, it's because I'm mad. Mad as in crazy, not mad as in angry or sad.

How many more days must I suffer, through endless day cycles where I'm always awake and never asleep. The morning stirs me greatly. With the birdsong and the ocean of car noise. The night keeps me up, with whispers and the shroud of drowsiness never takes me. Away to land of dreams and blissful ignorance. To another life, another world. How I miss it. I've been rejected, I cannot enter anymore. In times of need I seek a higher being to lead me, to save me. But no one will come. I am not worthy.