Word on the Street

I hear that pretty good writing can come from drunken states, loss of inhibitions and all...first I need some tunes...just sneezed...could you feel it?... guess not, ah the short cumings of the written word...I also hear that sneezes are orgasmic, which is true so therefore.....all I hear is true....which means this is brilliant writing.......are you basking?.....no......well....I'm esoteric...sorry you're just not hip enough.....cocky...that's what drunk writing is...or rather beer drunk....perhaps It was the wino drunk that was lush and loquacious...fuck the bullshit is what I say...wine gives me a tummy ache........I feel like I should be imparting on you, dear reader, some sort of enrapturing epiphany.....elevate your essence.......I realized that I was puppet again.....It was terrifying until I remembered how fun it was to pull my strings....after I had turned in my math final today and received my final grade of A..I'm A Genus...as I was leaving my teacher told me i could go back to sleep now...Which I proceeded to flip out on...partially because I was hopped up on 6 shots of espresso...coffee turns me on....I need something that turns me off better..........................................................................................................................................................................hidden..............................................no I don't