somedaylade

too many gawdy necklaces of inadequate words and awkward rhymes that wouldn't have looked good on her anyway...went to waste in the making of this boy. i have a confession to make...i may not be sober...man...i am a mutant...so so so very mutant right now...that means i'm not sober you asshole...hahaha... ok easy...cross your legs...smile...goofy smile...pop three pills in addition to your changed tuning and watch notting hill with a goofy guilty smile on your face...guilty pleasures...compare lives...the guy is too good looking...the girl looks like horse shit. that's not how it is in real life...i judge anybody who finds julia roberts attractive...she has a face like a horse. i have completely forgotten hahahahaaha...excellent.
i was thinking about something...stars are amazing creatures you know...they were able to figure out this extremely complex thing...my sister is laughing her ass off...there is no better sound than people laughing their asses of...she told me the other day that i'm stupid if i think they don't get it, that i'm "upset". woohoo...my family knows i've been upset...they can see right through me...scratch your head...scratch your nether regions...stars. stars are amazing creatures...they send out light a billion years ago...but their calculations are perfect...i mean they sent it out a billion years ago...they knew that if they sent it out that long ago, i would be able to see it sitting smoking in more ways than one, from the roof of my house. center of the universe...loser.
enter crying baby....i hate crying babies. everywhere i go...people are sucking milk out of other people...i'm living inside the national geographic channel goddamnit.
i can't remember yesterday so much...there is a load of shit that i'm supposed to do...exams...ohhh man...i like stars but the moon sucks...too big...scary...it might fall off damnit. what what what...six inch cross of algae...wear it around your neck...my friend asked me if i needed something....what was i complaining about...what do i want? if i knew that...i'd go get it. asshole. there are professional people for this...i really don't need to be analysed by amateurs...i will not remember writing this sentence...or this whole mess of crap...for one thing i can't get in this damn blog...there's some kind of error thing...i can write and post...but i can't go see...cannot find server...that's what'll happen on the day of reckoning...there'll be loads of noise and suddenly the screen of all existence will read...cannot find server, error ready...or april fool or something...and there'll be nothing...he who is left handed? pay close attention...because this might save you twenty years of therapy...there are no mixed messages...snatches from the television...people have to stop stealing my orkut profile...i will chop some nuts...and poof he's gone. listen close beautiful...anytime you're making excuses...the answer is...you don't deserve anything but applause for coming up with that sort of bullshit...ooh i have to listen to a song...subliminal messages for myself that i'm reading for the first time...i swear, maybe it's unconscious...see it doesn't really count if the girl is unconscious...hahahahaha...the other dayyyyyyyy...ok screw it i'll just listen to my own.
someone has just got to, burn these palaces to the floor...
someone has just got to, replace your stony heart with something more...
nobody could possibly like this bullshit...but i love it...see i don't get it...if aragorn was as ugly as tolkien insists he was...then how could he get the girl??? and no normal girl...an elf!!! that's like an immortal nymphomaniac...aragorn could not have been ugly. this burning in your eyes, will someday have to rise. man it's insane when you can't breathe for a couple of paranoid seconds.. mind jelly. i think i'll do whatever i want to...i mean i'm not getting any any any stupider...unless...lest...guest...all the things i see...things i wish to be...people who steal from me...profiles and other stuff...i will chop their nuts off...and sell them back at exhorbitant prices.
the woman who cleans our house is mortally afraid of me...she jumps and leaves any room that i enter...i don't get it...i have never spoken a single word to her...i don't look at her...in fact i don't think i'd be able to recognize her in a line up...insane...i'm scarier looking than i thought i was...woohoooo. too loud. die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die. type. one road...
i have another confession to make (this is the only line i remember) i get very jealous. loads of inappreciation never stopped me...and never will. so it doesn't count if the girl is unconscious and you didn't slip her anything...she's just sort of...asleep...
oddest thing...people of my type...the not very nicely packaged products of the something or the other...we're allowed to from afar...but not close up...i'm a door mat...but semi permeable...we're not allowed to stare when she's unconscious but that doesn't count...lean in...lean back...fall asleep...did you dream that??? think about it...did you memorize it??? yes i did. well?? what was it??? it was...soft and weird.

martin pale...flimsy whale.