green worms and tick-tock thoughts

In the past we didn't have pictures, how does it fuck up our minds now to look at them?

Timesuck, an alternate reality...weird.

I have several drums, a guitar, oil paints my mom brought from home, 50 books in arm's reach, pen and paper, records, a super nintendo with a Toy Story game I've never tried, food in the kitchen I should prepare, some work/assignments I could be tackling, and excited legs that are rearing to run but don't want to face the cool Fall weather. But I won't do anything about any of them. Wuss