Do I seem like the kind of person who gives a shit about chronology, place, or synchronicity

Or how about:



spelling, grammar, sentences where the comma is used properly, the smells of places, savory or bad, being nice to people who should really get a proper slap to their face, recording life's best moments with a camera! copying ricky gervais' moves, dressing up like a nun, a chinese lady in waiting, boobs propped up curse of the golden flower style, writing poems in my sleep, singing them to loved ones when I'm awake, dancing underneath the stars I've pasted up on my ceiling, taking them down when I turn twenty, putting them back up when I turn twenty three, walking upside and facing a blown up picture of myself in blue overalls, twin pigtails, puffy eyes, flowers for miles the wrong side up, right side left, cheese, any kind of cheese, nostalgia for unconscious beings like a desk, or a peice of paper with a drawing on it, the time we had a yin family reunion and I woke up to the sound of basketball shots and scuffed sneakers, the answer to the question of why our names all sound the same, johnny, tony, annie, jenny, jimmy, winny, linny, tinny, okay so some are fake, some are real, trying four times to go to the rodin sculpture garden and missing it everytime which stinks because by the time i get myself back to that city it'll be gone, who knows what else will be gone, fishing, bowling, singing the right words to songs I know how to dance to, paying my repects, respect, confidence, wit, or graduating from school with the image of my sun reprinted on my back in one big sprawling red splash?