It's crippling. It's like a strangling. Nobody is there everybody is there, the implication is they can read your thoughts but you know this isn't true. These aren't my emotions you think, can I even type anymore at one point you wonder in the Apple store. It's like wandering into the Apple store. People look away when you have bad teeth, they don't really look at you and you accept this. You don't deserve to be looked at, bad teeth has different conditions and versions. Implants will fix this, please somebody make this real. Please somebody reset this game. The pain of being in The apple store is too much, you shouldn't exist, you don't exist. Don't let anybody from S.V.A. see you, not until the Dentist is done. We'll do it weekly she says. Weekly? What like one week of procedures over weekly? Weekly? What the fuck is that. It's like prying death on the curb of everything you've always wished never happen and a touch of braces, adolescence, earn your right back to adulthood and fucking. That's what it's like. Not that you can't still go the theatre all day and write reviews of your adventures there. It's probably ghosts, from the T.v. show. It's ghost T.v. I swear to God it's a real thing and you should know about it so it doesn't happen to you. In a fight the teeth got lost a while ago, not too many just two is enough to outcast yourself for years or whenever they implant your teeth. Please don't say dentures. please not at 31 being the Kid who wears dentures. Does everyone else call themselves adult from Generation Xy. You're supposed to be some sort of leader of this thing. Nothing but hiding and dining with death until an age I can return to the forefold. Well you know, 40 is a fine age for a film director.