3...2...1....GO!!!!  That is what the beginning of a stream of consciousness feels like to me.  It's almost a frenzied hurry to get yourself writing.  I just violated the number one rule of these things.  DO NOT ERASE.  Oh well.  I'm an idiot.  It's easier not to erase if you writing shit out, but I'm typing, and can see the big picture in front of me at all times.  The big picture...what the hell kind of language is that?!  Funny how you can pic stuff up on the streets and it just kind of sticks with you.  TV is good for that too.  People who say that TV has never influenced them are lying.  No way in hell is anyone in the world completely and totally unaffected by tv.  Unless of course you're living in one of those undiscovered secret tribes in africa or something crazy like that.  I'm sure they're not affected by tv.

Ranting.  Essentially, a stream of consciousness is a rant.  That is not what I want it to be though.  Ranting is more like going on about one subject constantly, isn't it?  This isn't.  I can't keep up to the thoughts I think as I type.  I mean...geezus.  I don't even know what I'm thinking half the time.  I just let my mind speak to my fingers.  And I'm scared to stop typing.  I don't want to lose my train of thought.  But I have to stop so I can take a drag of my smoke.  But...but...but...shit, my smoke is going to fall, I guess I have to break to pick it up...herm.  It only took me about 2 seconds to do that, but a lot can happen in two seconds.  I mean, in your head anyway.  The way my thoughts fire off, I could have 5 different thoughts cross my mind in 2 seconds.  Maybe more.  5 that I can actually acknowledge.  I can't spell worth shit.  I don't know if you're allowed to fix spelling after you're done these things.  That was never explained to me.  I guess you guys haven't been explained about this whole stream of consciousness thing.  I mean...Sean knows...'cause I rambled about it last night, but that's about it.  Sean is my super awesome friend that lives in Charleswood....but he's not a snob, I swear!!!  Unlike some people i know out in Charleswood, but we just won't be getting into that right now.

This whole thing is going to be a daily thing.  The stream of consciousness that is.  Maybe even more than once a day I'll add to it.  Who knows.  I mean...herm...I don't know if I should keep adding and adding....or if I should erase what was said one day and then keep going on to the next day.  Or if I should keep everything I write for a month.  I guess I will have to figure that out when the time comes.  Did you know that ambient and drum and bass music are awesome to write to?  I've only been writing for maybe 10 minutes at the most, and look at how much I've accomplished.  It's all bullshit, I know, but fuck, I've typed an awful lot.  Wouldn't you say.  Drag of smoke...I shouldn't light a smoke until after I've finished all my typing.  At least, that's what I figure, because I end up with about 5 drags, and the rest just burns to waste.  Geezus.  No wonder I smoke so much...'cause I don't smoke my smokes half the time!  That made no sense.  Sorry.  Bleh.  I think...that it's about time I stop writing.  When my brain comes to that conclusion, I guess that means I should stop.  Bleh.  Yeah.  Oh yeah baby.  I don't know.  Don't ask.  I don't think I'm making sense anymore.  I'm outties.