Toc toc toc, Maggot a faim

I know why. I wish it comes true. Maybe that will be proper choices with a bowlful to choose. I feel like pasting Pasta on your face when you jabber and putting pickles on your creative writing. I feel nice and beautiful to draw. I drew the American dream. I dreamt of Shy-lah! She is so neutrum in emo that you could actually figure her out as the joker. She smiles purposefully and though hears all, chooses to emote rarely. She surprises me. I wonder why she bores the others. There is much written garbage in the world- don't add to it. It is stuck to the ceilings of the brain and I wonder how I will manage the novella. Feel like ripping it off. I was wondering in bed why in all relations of amities I would ask the question to myself, how long will this last etc? And then I forget, and then I know of it when that friendship is torn and thrown to the dogfish. I don't even regret Hamster friends. Tech maniacs and reasoning humans. I am on a diet. Of want and penny-less-ness. The resolve to stick around the same till month end. Maybe, then dare demand for more. Till then fast with dignity.Such a feeling's coming over me... my washed clothes are drenched in rain, my stomach groans with hunger pain and I need to pack and move on. I love stealing! I get enraged when someone steals my things and it pushes me to steal. I had the urge last week when I saw a stray phone lying around. But I think my eyes say it well and someone reclaimed it from my hungry eyes. I wonder what my phone thief did to mine. Used images for porn or read messages and giggled? Why couldn't it be an intellectual thief? Making meaning of things rather than selling them off.