I never fell asleep first at the slumber party.
My troubles were as difficult as the inability to look someone in their precious damn eyes... First off, I had just awoken up from a skating rink incident which chopped off an earlobe and an orbital bone, so I stopped by a gasoline shop for some gasoline... (Say gasoline five times as fast.)... And because of my autism, my grandmother passed away; it had always felt like I saw only her back in my entire life. They even put her face down in the coffin. So, if anyone saw me strolling down the street all of their assumptions of me tweakin' and trippin' are not necessarily true to a fault, but truer than I can percieve a worthy adversary in a video game, which ended up in me losing, my mind stalemated. If there's anything I could change, it would be inflation... It started all of this.
Scooby dooby doo... "Where are you" It echoed like an unforeseen consequence just like my inept eyes whenever I see the slipper heading down my way (no hate mom)... But I can count more hands on my fingers than I can count, so yes that was an idiom so what are YOU going to do about it... Eh?
