So many Ads

Honestly I can only read a few and when I do my creative thinking flies right out the window from illness weight loss pills acne toe fungus to the dread of depressions with flowers in the head seems to be watching my every move some kind of artificial intelligence waiting for thoughts to emerge I began scratching my own head wondering if I have an entire garden growing inside my skull like one of those old toilet seats filled with weeds pondering about the entrance way to old man Miltons farm leading straight to an abandoned bathtub covered with soil and fresh cut daisies I like daisies I suppose I'll plant a few outback until my writers block ends stop that day dreaming gal are you going mad no sir just a bit drained after indulging in so many ads.