I'm High ...

This story i'm writin is writing itself !!!
This story i'm writin is writing itself !!!
This story i'm writin is writing itself !!!
This story i'm writin is writing itself !!!

Sung by a young robotic child with a foreign accent

The clock on the wall keeps ticking ..... forward ... forward ... forward .... backward ... no no .... that was just my imagination

MMMM my no nmaed accompliss gives me a snachk........... MMMM cookies delicious !!! ..... Onely Dwiggidy might appreciate this blog....... i should go change those "MMMM"'s in "MMMM cookies delicious !!!" to bold so that they'll match the rest of the sentence "MMMM cookie's delicous" *much better*

This would be funny to write in a blog maybe, if i was to write a blog about blogging about a blog
And i know just how i'd start it !! :

This story i'm writin is writing itself !!!
This story i'm writin is writing itself !!!
This story i'm writin is writing itself !!!
This story i'm writin is writing itself !!!


I should write this in caps .... WELL NOT REALLY IN CAPS ......... in those pointy shaped thinies "<>"....so people can diffrentiate my inner thoughts from my writings ...
yeah.... well you spell "thingy" wrong ........ but we'd agreed that we would come back and change all the spelling errors .... when we wer normal.......

Oh no you should not have said we ....... now the readers will think we have really gone off the deep end of the ship..... that i'm schitzophenic .....but no i'm jsut a lil high

*now where was i with my story ........ this will win me a noble peace prize*

Off in the distance i hear druming....... and a flute ...... TEE-TEET-TEE-TOOT, TEE-TEET-TEE-TOOT .......

and always this incesant tuning of a pan in the background ..... doesn't this guy ever give up
*Ping Ping pong ping ping pong*
constantly ........... its distracting me from writing this blog ...... Christ !!!

but is that pan really playing or is all in my head ??............. i can't tell ..... the noise seems real enough ........ * ping ping pong, ping ping pong*....... it sounds real but its not, i can predict the notes in my head b4 they are played ...... i should go to the bathroom

oh no !!! .................. in the bathroom the pan tuning has gotten louder which means that i have gone closer to the source of the noise *ping ping pong, ping ping, pong* .... The pan is real !!!
.......... No actually ........ those are just crickets ......

Yuh know ...... we should really write a blog about this .... go to the computer
What's my website again ........ WWW dot ZEE-ZEE-EM-AYE-DEE-EM-AYE-EN at Blogspot dot com

no that's not it !!`......... what the hell is my blogger address ..... shit
Its WWW dot ZEE-ZEE-EM-AYE-DEE-EM-AYE-EN dot Blogspot dot com
- i'm so wasted-

Theirs my blog page ..... its black.........*sign in*

Username ? ummmm ........... "ZEE-ZEE-EM-AYE-DEE-EM-AYE-EN " ........
Password? hmmmm ....... "************" no wait , thats my msn password - *BACKSPACE BACKSPACE BACKSPACE BACKSPACE* ......... "**********"

Succcessssssss !!!!
Ok how should i start this ......

I know !!:

This story i'm writin is writing itself !!!
This story i'm writin is writing itself !!!
This story i'm writin is writing itself !!!
This story i'm writin is writing itself !!!

people will be confused when they read this blog because it goes in circles and circles

offwhere in the distance a slow sole tune is playing ....... you spelt soul wrong its "ESS- OH-YOU-ELL" you moron...... * i just realized that my thoughts are phonetic*

I hear the music, there are children running in an alley across the street, the moss on the rocks in the alley are lavish and green ..... a little 2 green , how do i describe this when i'm typing it ??

"You should go back and change to Italics in ........ something" i can't remember ...... i was distracted by the sound of the children ........ running along their long moss lined alley

This story goes backward and forward
i'm typing it as im living it ...... i typed .... i type ... i typed

my thinking of typing drowned out by the floating blimp with the colourful screen on its side a big white blimp much like the police blimp in trinidad, except its floating really low over the skyscrapers as i stand on the street across the road from the children playing hop scotch in their dismal litlle alley

there is music from a rock band .......... i can hear the words but i cannot understand what they are saying ...... i like the tune...... i bob my head to the music ..... my accompliss is amuzed .... They don't hear the music.....

beyounce plays on the radio of the car as i look up, but the noise is drowned out by the blimp which goes back and forth like a DVD that keeps skipping - over me up above against the backdrop of the brightly coloured orange and navy blue sky....... this big white police - rock playin blimp ..... I feel the cuffs slide on as i am distracted by the blimp ......I'm going to jail ....

but i can't be going to jail ............... because i'm writing this blog

This story i'm writin is writing itself !!!
This story i'm writin is writing itself !!!
This story i'm writin is writing itself !!!
This story i'm writin is writing itself !!!

offwhere in the distance a south african band plays .... i think their is concert somewhere ..... i would probably hear it better if this dude would stop tuning that infernal pan

i can hear the lead singer, singing but i cannot hear his actual words
i hear the drums, i can hear the guitar.......
i see him playing on a colosal, high def, colourful, giant yet twisted screen ..... on that hologram across the road from my feet ...

this Blog will be so funny in the future .....

*laugh* *laugh* *laugh*

i see his face, but i can't remember his nambe .... BACKSPACE, BACKSPACE ..... You spelt "name" wromge, lol now you spelt "wromg" wrong ......that's what u call ironic ... i wonder if my readers will even get my double entendre .... they might I think .....

Maybe i should delete this whole previous thing ........

I can't think straight because of all this incesant music !!! ...... Off where in the distance i hear a violin and a woman sings to Tina Turner on the gigantic hologram outside my window ........... Why must they have this concert in the middle of the night !?!?! ............ And why is it so sunny outside .......... and why is the sky bright orange with blue clouds!! ........... am i typing all this in my blog ??.......... oh yes my blog !!! .........

i should write a blog about this as soon as i come out of the bathroom ..... these crickets are annoying ............. with them chirping i can't hear the sound of the pan

This blog will be like that movie "Memento" .......
I would get a nobel peace prize for this blog

The beginning is its end

This story i'm writin is writing itself !!!
This story i'm writin is writing itself !!!
This story i'm writin is writing itself !!!
This story i'm writin is writing itself !!!

Maybe i should put this in italics so the readers will know that this is just the background music:

This story i'm writin is writing itself !!!
This story i'm writin is writing itself !!!
This story i'm writin is writing itself !!!
This story i'm writin is writing itself !!!

Sung by that damn robotic child ........ maybe i should have another cookie .......... maybe i should have a sandwich

*time skip*

This sandwich is delicious .............. where did i get it from ...... its hard to type and eat this sandwich with one hand

this sandwich is delicious ...... except at the end it ran out of meat ...... in fact it even ran out of veggies too ....... in fact at the end it ran out of bread .......... and it hurt when i bit into it .... wait i finished the sandwich, thats my finger

my finger hurts ....... now how will i type my blog

i know how i will start it though:

This story i'm writin is writing itself !!!
This story i'm writin is writing itself !!!
This story i'm writin is writing itself !!!
This story i'm writin is writing itself !!!