Broken threads make for paused movie

It was this night I tell you that I noticed it. It was this moment that I knew there was nothing I could do about it. At this exact spot on the ever continuing timeline of this universe was the moment I realized it. Maybe if I hadn't missed it then everything would be different. If I had the chance to recognize what was happening around me then I could have seen a better way. But, now all I think of is what happened that night and why I did what I did. I'll never forgive myself. Wow, that kinda sounds like the weird voiceover to a shitty movie about time travel and teen angst. Or as I like to call it, teen time angst travel. It's more cuddly and marketable that way. Saying it that way makes you think of teddy bears and lions eating the brains of children dyed blue. Or maybe I just think about that all the time anyways. Stay out of my dreams, they are mine for a reason. I drank enough to cause them, so there is no reason you should benefit from them. Jem! Jem is her name, she is truly outrageous. Truly, truly, truly outrageous. It's the things we don't get to keep that make us go, fuck I wish I still had that vampire who needed directions standing in the rain in front of my car on a dark deserted highway in Iowa. Well, of course it would be at night since it's a vampire for fuck's sake. And it raining makes it all the more creepy and dramatic. I find movies are far more interesting when they involve dead appliances come back to seek vengeance on those that hunted and killed them in a park for a comedy sketch. That would make a great fucking movie. The discarded props of a sketch comedy troupe come to life to wreak havoc on the lives of those who used them and so callously threw them in the trash when they were still perfectly good thus negating their usefulness. I also love run on sentences. Maybe you have noticed this. Maybe you have also noticed that none of my pictures show me with very much facial hair. That's because I am currently protesting the persecution of shaving cream research and development departments by shaving regularly without any shaving gel. Thus showing they don't need to be locked up so cruelly and only allowed fifteen minutes a day to play with their electric train sets and then being forced the rest of the day without sleep being pumped full of redbull to create a shaving gel that can work with a razor that has fifteen blades. If we all do this we can end their needless suffering. So, please, save a whale and don't buy used cars from 1987-1997 with rust marks on the front driver side fenders. Thank you and please continue to read this sentence as I have not finished thinking out loud in this blog yet. Oh wait, yes I have.