It’s human right? It must be a human instinct.
A question with way too many answers.
Talk- express-comment- ruminate- lament-contemplate-argue-conflict-psychologically circumnavigate-analyze,
Speak,
Help others, encourage.
Break down, instigate,dismantle,
Why do you talk?
Why do I talk?
I dunno,,, I think it’s inherent.
I think it’s a baked in kind of thing, you were born, you had thoughts, you talked.
Some of them were ok, most were not.
A big problem with the cellphone community,, if I scroll and I just happen to be in a pissy mood,,,yeah,,,
I might make fun of a handicapped person,
I might mock Rob Schneider for publicly declaring that he’s found Jesus.
I might do some good ole’ fashioned human hating on that there cell phone,,,
Not my finest moment, fine, there it is.
So back to the question,
Why do you talk?
(Nature)
Probably, probably just nature.
(To every action is an equal or lesser reaction)
People don’t want you to, the whole world tells you to hush and before you know it, you don’t want to talk at all.
(Might as well be dead)
I’m sayin’…
Nope nope,
I don’t psychologically go out like that,this is the house that synapses built, foundation might be a bit shakey, but all in all it’s a neat place,, and I own the title…
Yawn, good morning you mushy faced fucks, I’m going to spend the next 5 days beating you down, tongue lashing, browbeat into submission , cracker can’t even spell submission, autocorrect had to come in and let me know,,,that’s how rarely I even spell the word,, that’s how rarely I think about it…
If talking is nature, mental submission is too,,
Lay down, everything is cozy enough,yawn,,,,
(Morning fucker)
Good morning…
Think I’m gonna fuck some shit up this week.
My goal for Monday is to get on someone’s nerves, doesn’t take much. Then I’m gonna browbeat a pompous fuck I share proximity with,, then I might get a smoothie, mostly strawberry banana, then I’m going to make fun of strangers,then I’m going to irritate people I’ll never meet, then I might have a nicotine pouch, then I’ll roll my eyes whenever someone tells me personal information,,,
Then I’ll…
Then I’ll///
I’ll probably keep talking, you know,,, like an asshole.
We really do create our own reality.
White blood cells versus pathogens.
I put on my socks, I look you dead in the eye..
“fuck you”
Yeah buddy, fuck you too 🤣🤣
Like it even matters
dawn 