like a bunny on meth

so
i am transferring my ideas into a new, narrower, space. my laptop's hard drive.
and my pacing habits unto a narrower floor, across the continent.
running away or towards everything?

i dreamt someone called me fat.and went and did something stupid. well, not stupid. it has not evolved thus yet.
but it will. i mean, it should. i talked to the wrong person about my soul and now, naturally, it lies with him until the end of the month.
i don't even know what i am talking about.

is it silly for me to take with me a little bag with stones from all over Greece inside?
i think it is. god, we are all so screwed up, right?