the f word

Strange thing occured to me at 3:48am, this quiet sunday. Listening to the fish tank's bubbles or it could be the fish passing gas. You do hear the strangest things in a quiet room. All your senses kick in . Okay so it's not that quiet because i could hear the refrigerator rustling an eerie sound thinking maybe it wants to puke out all the food that's been in there for quite sometime. I can hear my ass squishing against this leather couch i sleep on. No i'm not naked, i just have a sweaty ass. Well i think i'm getting off the subject on what i was originally thinking, I get so distracted easily, what was that?...................I'm sitting hear and thinking that my only company could just be my own fear. All these things I hear are distractions so i won't think about fear. Something to humor me by and i'll think of something disgusting or maybe a ham sandwich but i don't have ham and i'll jsut have to worry about that. I can go on and on to distract my fear. My friend worries about FEAR. As if fear is listening all the time, shhhh. When i'm in the shower, i'm worried about FEAR seeing me naked. If I was FEAR i'd be scared to see me in the shower especially those hairy days. Boy would FEAR get it!! I'd like to take FEAR shopping. I'm sure with all the prices FEAR sees it might not go shopping. FEAR might enjoy a walk on the beach, oh so peaceful. Oh FEAR, you are everywhere. I mean what does FEAR know that i don't know about. FEAR can watch television for all i care, not much going on that FEAR doesn't already know.