Are you a genious?

I actually think I'm a genious sometimes. No way spelling n maths n shit like that.
Just how my mind works, its far too complicated for me to even understand, and i'm a fucking genious. Karl Pilkington asked the question. "Am I in control of my mind or is it in control of me?" This baffles me. Am I telling my brain to tell my body what to do or is it just telling me what to do, and whys it hiding from me, why does it never leave my head and show itself face to brain! I think it's intimidated by me. I'd like to think that I'm in control of it but i think when I do this it gets annoyed and tricks me, pretends i see something thats not there just to teach me a lesson. What a cunt. I better not bad mouth it or it'll be at it again. Maybe that's why my arms twitching? (see last blog) It knows I'm thinking about it and it's trying to annoy me? I should just threatin it and hold a gun to my head, but then it would probs know that I was bluffing. My brain must really hate me actually, coz I'm slowly killing it with alcohol, how my liver must feel.


But back to the point I really think I could be a genious and I've got it stuck in my head that I'm destened for greatness. I don't know how, but something big's due my way. I'm no into this working carry on, whih means I have to make my living from just being amazing at something. Being Great. The Best!