Purple. I once knew this girl named Jenny Purple. She loved the color so much that she changed her last name to Purple. She was a girl in an acting class that I attended from time to time. She had purple-dyed hair that was braided; she wore purple clothing; her eyelashes were purple.
Purple. Isn't that what the magicians wear? It is a royal color if I'm not mistaken.
Mistakes have kept me from making mistakes. By that I mean it feels bad to make a mistake, so I go on doing my best not to make a mistake while the mistakes pile on. Do you see what I mean?
Purple. This is the subject and I need to write out it. Purple. Repeat the phrase.
Purple. This is the time that something magical will happen.
Have you ever let your brain go with all of the words that it wanted to write down? Do you feel guilty when you see the words typed out on a paper? Perhaps you feel shame? Perhaps sadness? Perhaps suicidal thoughts that lead you down the rabbit hole, deeper into the demon's trap? What is your case?
How do we know we are going to survive until the next day? I don't. Sometimes I hope I do and, at other times, I hope that I don't. Have you seen the state that the world is in right now? It is horrifying to see. So much death. So much greedy. So much lack of the bare essentials that make us human.
Our seas are devoid of fish. Our icebergs at disappearing at an alarming rate. Our land animals are dying from plastic, from poachers, from chemicals found in the groundwater.
Purple. This is the royal color. Those who are now in power weir it proudly and openly, they think that they are the master race. Does this make sense to you? To most it does. What other life could they leave; they've been taught no other way.
Purple. Have you written any steam of thoughts lately? Did you make it this far? This is steam of thought coming out after I've had a few bottles of wine, more like four small bottles of wine that add up to one full bottle of wine, and a few tokes from the pipe, it was really packed to the brim with that good old green ganga that so many people like to smoke.
Fuck! I love being high. Would it be so if I had a lady friend in my life? That, I don't know.
I've almost reached 500 words. I'm past the time limit. I just needed to write the thing on my mind. I hope that you don't mind. Will you check in on me from time to time? I've had no one to talk too over the past few months -- okay?!? that isn't true! You caught me. I speak with my teacher from time to time. We have a group that we meet in every week.
I do feel like I'm alone though. This is the life of a homeless man trying to find his way in the world.
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I like her name now. 👍👍
Her family might think that she is nuts.
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