flegm
The moment you started typing, there was a window beneath…before…whatever…
last of the stash…this was the last one…feels like I have been beaten into a pulp by many many people…no seriously though...tell me…does your mouth feel like it’s been scratched repeatedly by a jagged edged coin? Metallic bloody weird. Breathe…breathe in the air…don’t be afraid to care…hahaha pink freud…
I’m trying to document this temporary…displacement of thoughts. Or wait…is it replacement…no…adjustment of thoughts? How about…sequencing of thoughts? Yeah that could be what we’re looking for.
so grandpa, do you think they should marry her off with a goat?
yes...yes i believe that would be most desirable...
ok but what if i take a brazillian martial arts class?
i think your balls are hurting my friend...grab them out of sheer frustration.
i have decided to go to sleep for a while.
ok what did you see?
ahem ok...this is what i saw...first there were these two dots...they chased one another like cars on pogo sticks. then i saw a weird bendy pillow thing...it curved in a way that let the bugs slide on it...then i saw...a vase of wilted flowers...a tower...a large playdough snake comes shooting in through the window...bounces off the walls...straight at the "camera" and then we see a few of them eating her face. that's when i decided that the song was too good to be missed for a few tricks and trips.
by the way...congratulations on not having to face another license agreement over this...pat me on the back molly...make sure my hands are clean before you shake them though. we wait too much...honestly...far too much waiting...head feels like there's mercury in it...and warm mercury at that...are you kidding me...there's no such thing as white chocolate.
so how is the physical aspect of the problem?
there's tingliness...but mostly headacheness...breathlessness...sleepiness...and another kind of mess...but doable...very doable...did you fail your exams? yes...yes i believe i did. how does that make you feel? triumphant? is it because of your emotional problems?
ok so where were we before this large rude person interrupted us...have you noticed that your mouth is so...er...raped...that you can't even speak three coherent words? it's not the mouth...it's the throat...i have a sore throat. if you had any idea what video i just saw...you would have smirked at that...laughing is too much trouble...i say let's just sit and stare...there's a thing we haven't done in about thirty seconds...hahahah. very horny...got to go. what was the point of this martin? just commemorating the last of the stash...zoloft from tomorrow...
ok we're back...because the first bit was so interesting, we decided to commemorate a bit longer...with more zeal. vigour. tigger. pooh bear winnie the pooh bear...who cares please tell me who cares? ok does your eye feel like a ball??
yes...
that's because it IS a ball you funny little soggy creature. so how about those lactation pills? i still have them but definitely not going to take them...i may not care about having babies but i do care about having titties...fine...why have you got your headphones on? the right one works...but in anycase...you never know when i might need it...kind of like toilet-paper...nomatter where you go...if you don't have a bit of toilet paper stashed away...you're liable go mad in a day...yeah if you sit on a toilet with greasy hands for twenty-four hours...you're gone. ok listen...i downloaded this book called, the choir boys...by joseph wambaugh...now only God and a few chosen people can pronounce this guy's name...but the book is supposed to be a delightful read...hahahaha...that's what chewy said...or something like cat...baob would've laughed. so many people could've laughed if they had been around when i was around. ooh ooh...center of the universe? most definitely bitch...if i can have tea with the daddy of the country...even though i don't like tea...and if i can ask God and be answered...then i am...the bloody freaking center of the universe...
mind nubming euphoria before the onset of self loathing depression?
wet blanket...sigh...nonbelievers...
you know your market value is dropping by the second?
you know i never intended to come here just to sell stuff...i was, sort of, passing through...saw these lovely stalls...full of colour and life...felt sick and decided to sell my vomit to these jokers...well...not sell...just gift...i gift my vomit in a neat black box with a bland display for my personal satisfaction, memory and praise.
the better part of this blog was written without the knowledge of the author...the authors fingers/hands etc were used...but he was absent in a field of chicken. and then a car passed us by at high speed...the smell of dirt before it rains...flash of lightning...the awesome voice of an angel that leaves everyone in dread...and that is when you're only truly happy...i mean you martin pale...you love the sound of thunder...and you love the flash of lightning...you are a sucker for God when it comes to rain. you know it's true...the sounds of the ocean CAN help you fall asleep...it's really smooth...you can feel the waves wash over you...i am going to feel very very sick when i wake up...this is not entertainment...this is...just a lot of beautiful large juicy oranges...oranges that smell like heaven...truly the only fruit that'll rule them all...beautiful...you bite into it...juice floods your mouth...taste buds go insane dancing like mad...each taste bud has manic sex with all those orangy nymphomaniac tasty things...long legs...smooth soft...grossness... like breath and vapour on a mirror in the winter...naturally followed by squeaking...this has turned into a mindless orgy inside my head. if i wear my cap on your birthday...will you invite me to your home. if there's some niceness in my head for you...will you let me stay the night...and if i take you to a darker room...do you mind coming with me? hahahhaha...mind flegm...i have to try "nasvaar" somehow...see what that's all about...this should've ended a very long time ago...right so if i do end this...what do i do then?? go to your room...FIND that copy of alice in wonderland...you LOST...and fall asleep...
right i'm off then to skip merrily with the wind.
children will go to sleep now.
last of the stash…this was the last one…feels like I have been beaten into a pulp by many many people…no seriously though...tell me…does your mouth feel like it’s been scratched repeatedly by a jagged edged coin? Metallic bloody weird. Breathe…breathe in the air…don’t be afraid to care…hahaha pink freud…
I’m trying to document this temporary…displacement of thoughts. Or wait…is it replacement…no…adjustment of thoughts? How about…sequencing of thoughts? Yeah that could be what we’re looking for.
so grandpa, do you think they should marry her off with a goat?
yes...yes i believe that would be most desirable...
ok but what if i take a brazillian martial arts class?
i think your balls are hurting my friend...grab them out of sheer frustration.
i have decided to go to sleep for a while.
ok what did you see?
ahem ok...this is what i saw...first there were these two dots...they chased one another like cars on pogo sticks. then i saw a weird bendy pillow thing...it curved in a way that let the bugs slide on it...then i saw...a vase of wilted flowers...a tower...a large playdough snake comes shooting in through the window...bounces off the walls...straight at the "camera" and then we see a few of them eating her face. that's when i decided that the song was too good to be missed for a few tricks and trips.
by the way...congratulations on not having to face another license agreement over this...pat me on the back molly...make sure my hands are clean before you shake them though. we wait too much...honestly...far too much waiting...head feels like there's mercury in it...and warm mercury at that...are you kidding me...there's no such thing as white chocolate.
so how is the physical aspect of the problem?
there's tingliness...but mostly headacheness...breathlessness...sleepiness...and another kind of mess...but doable...very doable...did you fail your exams? yes...yes i believe i did. how does that make you feel? triumphant? is it because of your emotional problems?
ok so where were we before this large rude person interrupted us...have you noticed that your mouth is so...er...raped...that you can't even speak three coherent words? it's not the mouth...it's the throat...i have a sore throat. if you had any idea what video i just saw...you would have smirked at that...laughing is too much trouble...i say let's just sit and stare...there's a thing we haven't done in about thirty seconds...hahahah. very horny...got to go. what was the point of this martin? just commemorating the last of the stash...zoloft from tomorrow...
ok we're back...because the first bit was so interesting, we decided to commemorate a bit longer...with more zeal. vigour. tigger. pooh bear winnie the pooh bear...who cares please tell me who cares? ok does your eye feel like a ball??
yes...
that's because it IS a ball you funny little soggy creature. so how about those lactation pills? i still have them but definitely not going to take them...i may not care about having babies but i do care about having titties...fine...why have you got your headphones on? the right one works...but in anycase...you never know when i might need it...kind of like toilet-paper...nomatter where you go...if you don't have a bit of toilet paper stashed away...you're liable go mad in a day...yeah if you sit on a toilet with greasy hands for twenty-four hours...you're gone. ok listen...i downloaded this book called, the choir boys...by joseph wambaugh...now only God and a few chosen people can pronounce this guy's name...but the book is supposed to be a delightful read...hahahaha...that's what chewy said...or something like cat...baob would've laughed. so many people could've laughed if they had been around when i was around. ooh ooh...center of the universe? most definitely bitch...if i can have tea with the daddy of the country...even though i don't like tea...and if i can ask God and be answered...then i am...the bloody freaking center of the universe...
mind nubming euphoria before the onset of self loathing depression?
wet blanket...sigh...nonbelievers...
you know your market value is dropping by the second?
you know i never intended to come here just to sell stuff...i was, sort of, passing through...saw these lovely stalls...full of colour and life...felt sick and decided to sell my vomit to these jokers...well...not sell...just gift...i gift my vomit in a neat black box with a bland display for my personal satisfaction, memory and praise.
the better part of this blog was written without the knowledge of the author...the authors fingers/hands etc were used...but he was absent in a field of chicken. and then a car passed us by at high speed...the smell of dirt before it rains...flash of lightning...the awesome voice of an angel that leaves everyone in dread...and that is when you're only truly happy...i mean you martin pale...you love the sound of thunder...and you love the flash of lightning...you are a sucker for God when it comes to rain. you know it's true...the sounds of the ocean CAN help you fall asleep...it's really smooth...you can feel the waves wash over you...i am going to feel very very sick when i wake up...this is not entertainment...this is...just a lot of beautiful large juicy oranges...oranges that smell like heaven...truly the only fruit that'll rule them all...beautiful...you bite into it...juice floods your mouth...taste buds go insane dancing like mad...each taste bud has manic sex with all those orangy nymphomaniac tasty things...long legs...smooth soft...grossness... like breath and vapour on a mirror in the winter...naturally followed by squeaking...this has turned into a mindless orgy inside my head. if i wear my cap on your birthday...will you invite me to your home. if there's some niceness in my head for you...will you let me stay the night...and if i take you to a darker room...do you mind coming with me? hahahhaha...mind flegm...i have to try "nasvaar" somehow...see what that's all about...this should've ended a very long time ago...right so if i do end this...what do i do then?? go to your room...FIND that copy of alice in wonderland...you LOST...and fall asleep...
right i'm off then to skip merrily with the wind.
children will go to sleep now.
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