I Lick Butter Off My Fingers

I sit. I wait. I watch what I can without being caught. This morning as I woke up things hit me like steam in the face. What if my manipulation is their manipulation. What if we all are naturally built with the gift to mold things the way we want or plan, but while we are all manipulating things we mess each other up. Like cats fumbling and tripping over each other in greeting the owner, the old woman in a small cute, or not so cute, house that smells of cat piss but she doesn't notice.

I had a dream about a girl who never left his headlights and he fell in love. It was almost the flattering feeling of being stalked for him and for me like watching a movie until I came to consciousness. My eyes clicked and focused in as my phone buzzed and played drums and guitars until a shock was inflicted. What they were dragged by who knows, but my limbs came together like magnets. Quickly I came into action tapping this, typing that, turning this on, this off, stuff this in there, and take this off put this on. I stopped. And it hit me. There is someone else. I'm getting smacked in the face with a baketball and it's coming from him. It could be that, it couldn't. What do I know from silence?

Inflict is generally used with inanimate object. Inflict "takes on"; afflict "takes with".

I'm done. This post is shit. I'm in school so it's not in me to write like I want to. Why? Because society influences me, makes me scared, cower. But it makes me stronger.