no dice to roll, got some sort of fiery hand in nowhere vegas land, what, why, women with greyed hairs in jumpsuits and stale cigarettes, no dice to roll no dice to roll, what am i going to do?  whatever tickles my fancy?  Can't seem to stop writing, it feels like some sort of disease, I'm reserved then cautious and not sure what the next thing to churn out is, I am freaked out, humble, and making my way over to the next table, attempting to make some sort of sense, but the atmosphere of the room is nonsense, dressed for some kind of hawaiin getaway, the theme is even less formal, of those who do not consider fashion, where am I headed?  never be aware of the person, what did I mean when I say that?  I don't know what I am talking about sometimes, am I talking to nobody?  can nobody hear me?  I feel so intensely this draw towards

nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing!

YOU IDIOT!!! you're just going in circles, and a part of you wants to believe halloween logic is actually truee

God ******, I don't know what to do with myself