Usually it's just me going on a long winded spiel about whatever comes to mind.
Gets me real thirsty, though. And that gets me thinking. My mind races and what have you.
So I end up flip flopping between thinking and speaking. So, no, you're not alone. We're just not there with you...
I would punch someone so they'd make a door. Kick more people so there could be a wall, and from there, build a house.
Then I'd burn it to the ground.
Hm....I wonder what would happen if I punch the ashes?
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