A Piece of Paper

I just found a piece of paper. Its probably about a year old. It is a little flyer advertising Subway's new breakfast items.
However comma on the back I found that I wrote down some of my thoughts.... obviously when I was a kite.
Maybe when I am no longer lazy I will scan it and post it. I have no idea what was going on when I wrote all this.
Here is everything I wrote on it:

My name is Cymben.... Cymben Hank.
Well we are just gonna call you Hank.

I better get some funnier thoughts.

One day... we will run out of art.

Einstein would have been cool to get high with.

This is my flame guitar. You may have noticed that it rips.

Doesn't matter what system you got... its all mono if you plug one of your ears.

I can tap my foot to music perfectly.

Rather you realize it or not.... Everyday has a theme.

There is no excuse for driving a car with 20 inch rims and still having a bad haircut....
Yet it happens quite often!

You ever get paranoid about marking on your face with a pen by accident but you can't check so you lick your finger and start rubbing your face anyways?


I really have no idea.........