Stream of Consciousness – [Erik]

Matt was going to submit his stream first, but I couldn’t wait. I had some free time so I jumped in. Here’s what spilled out of my head...

Sister got me shine on you crazy diamond, wish you were here, pink floyd album….breathing out…still slightly hangover too much wine, sweet, smoking bad too, why always so down? Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun…joes book is good so far, maybe he can help me get famous, maybe I can help him…that just said out of guilt because I thought he could help me. Mee, me, me, me too. Agent smith in my head, am I sounding cool…very important…song…shine on you crazy diamond…that guy went nuts…im 34 now, past the age of schizophrenia kicking in…acid, weed bullet dodged…I don’t have to follow the rules…why am I so special? Want to go back and edit…bad grammer…caps, no caps, not consistent, want it tight, want it perfect…public face, water, why did I think water…? Question mark, not a sentence, stream of consciousness…water, stream, cant guide the flow, maybe why…love the first cut on wish you were here…that’s our song, kinda fucked up on some level that our song is wish you were here…specially with what we talked about last night…sex, wine, be careful here…editor on in head…better stop…

back in...

Im the target market…that feels good…somebody wants to talk to me, and tell me about some stuff to buy…key life…hmm, steve, old guy, hurts too, grey hair and experience…glad to have him in my life, o b 1, not a bad deal…wish I was here more, wish I was with my wife more…even when we’re in the same room…wind blowing…bad breath in my mouth, smoking steves pipe tobacco again…why does he let me…why doesn’t anybody in the building complain, its got to be annoying, the both of us puffing away…big pig flying over germany…listening to pink floyd still. I just thought something I don’t want to write…filter is still up, it would ruin my life…can’t let it all out, nobody would understand…I’m not a good person, well not good thoughts, at least I don’t act on them, fantasy world…scary, will it creep into reality? Will I fold, will I give up one day and hurt the people that love me…?