But As My Mind Was Being Threatened By My Self Doubt And Jealous Bitches. I Fell Off Completely. I Feel Like What Manatee's Must Feel For The Last Century. Sluggish, Yes. Losing More And More Space As Society Has Kept Moving Fast Around. My Strong Herd Of Sea Cows, Quickly Being Extinguished By My Own Slow Algae Growing Asshole Self Hasn't Changed.
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So Now The Sea Cow Is An Attraction. Not The Glamorous Mythical Mermaids I Once Was. I Stopped Blogging. I Lost My Will To Over Share To An Extent. But If A Friendly Kayaker Brought Me Lettuce And Whiskey I'd Easily Swim Near You For Your Brief Vacation To Florida....UGH America. Do You See What I Just Did? I Described My Mental And Physical Existence To A MANATEE. Those Fuckers Get Hit By Boats And Ridden By Drunk Frat Boys. Errr Yeah. I Mean. This Has Become A Little Bit More Soul Baring Then I Was Planning On To...Again. My Head Space Has Become A Broken Motel Clad, Prozzy Infested Strip In The Worst Part Of Southern Florida.
It's Summer Time In The Hamptons. I Really Need To Stop Sweating The Small Stuff And Take Control Of My Fate. I Say....Give The Manatee's Bath Salts And Let Them Have A Fucking Surviving Chance. No? All I Know Is I'm Not Letting Something As Annoying As Algae To Ruin My Life. Even If It Appears Every Time The Water Starts To Get A Little Too Hot.
Things MUST Have Been Rough For Me If I'm Comparing My Brain To The Worst Place On The Planet. FLORIDA....Ugh
