from the mines of moria to the yours of urea

It’s practically a crime…so fudging paranoid…I had thought up a complete sentence…a complete one but now I can’t remember it…the keys feel like goo…that has happened before…these muddy sticky keys are a curse of mine…paranoid…I am sitting here rocking back and forth pressing my hands together like a drooling psychopath and and and and and nobody seems to know that there’s a lunatic on the loose…hahah foiled…foiled again…
I was just in my room…it’s a nice room…I love my room it freaks the hell out of me sometimes but I really really like my room…if my room were a girl…I would hump my room till the cows came home…then went back…then jumped over meenz (plural of moon) and then died. What was I talking about…johny quest I remember Johnny quest…he used to go all threeD and stuff… it was insane I am insane…hahahah I was in my room just now…it’s a great place…and I realixzed that this was by far theeeee most massive tuning I’ve undertaken…in quite a while…including the roger night…er…roger night…roger that.
Aren’t you supposed to end stuff that way Einstein says that you should never stop asking questions…”for only then can you drive someone completely mad!”
That’s a direct quote…coat..court…cock…cock a doodle doo…the cow jumped over the moon the little dog laughed to be so gay…and now we’ll all hump my room…yay old mcdonald ki maa ko…run…rabbit run…dig that hole…forget the sun…
I seem to be a bit misplaced.
I was dancing naked in the barnyard last night…drooling over the fence and what-not when somebody whistled at me from afar…naturally I thought there might be some great times for musical comedies but this is definitely just not it…
Sisters never know not to annoy brothers when they’re there’s a wild raging storm outside…I mean like we’re on this huge ship which is being tossed about in the sea…it’s insane…there might be whales here but we’re sure as hell no where near Briton…says I to the captain who was wearing his crooked parrot and the half baked serimonial hubcaps…in his flight of fancy a phrase stuck to his mind like glue on to something…really tight…like jelly jar when you’re really hungry…like…tight…
“of promises broken…”
this phrase has been stuck in my head for a while now and I can’t shake it off…it’s obviously out to get me…
last night…last night…I was driving…casually mutant…pana by my side…we wer driving…jailroad…police car signaled us to stop…I decided to run for it…stepped on the gas…floored it…the bitch was down…we zoomed forwards at a million miles per hour…good God I’m already breathless…how now brown cow. We were on the main boulevard when the patrol car stepped on it behind us…we were in a dark alley when the patrol car caught up to us and flashed their flashy lights which I like very much when I’m not so afraid that I nearly make doodie or poopy if you like it…ruksana (my car) had finally let me down…so naturally…I said to pana as we stepped out of the car hands up…”tu apna kaam ker…main apna kaam kerta hoon.” Following my advice we both started pleading with the policemen…creatures…so then one of them said ,”gaddi check kero…dopeful te nahin hai?”
anyhoo it was all really nice and all…no it was not…they threatened to take us to jail…one man I think was trying to cop a feel…I tried to make myself more seductive for him…sticking fleshy bits out for maximum overdrive…it didn’t really work…
meanwhile pana was going, “khuda ki kassam humein aap nazer hi nahin aye thhay…mainay koi smile nahin ki thhi.” The feely uppy guard policeman was of the opinion that pana had passed him a smile when we had stepped on it to avoid getting kapchurred…ok my spelling just went for a trip to hell and came back horny…
so anyhoo they got tired of us and asked us to get lost and never do it again…they never asked for my license or anything…blow job nothing…eluding arrest…it’s shameful…if you’re in a Khyber and they’re on a cultus…and they can catch you in a fart…babies crying why is the floor shaking so much goddamnit…
ok there is a slight possibility that I might now just pass out…because this …welll at least peshawer is good for something…richie rich is a son of a bitch…I hate casper…and I like ducks.
Ok now I have to go crawl back into my nest and pretend that this was not really this insane…mind jelly koftaas…went to school…met these boys…one of them was loaded with this shit…and I rescued some from his philistine hands…he obviously had no idea how excellent this is…fool…had no concept of ratio and tuning paraphernalia…passed him a smile…passed out…passed wind…passed tense…paindoo babies from hell.
Goddamn white bugs with yellow goo in them will conquer mankind if we don’t do something about them soon…they’re evolving…and pana is convinced that they all live in my hair and that’s their secret base lair…dude somebody chop my head off or set it on fire or something…
I’m trying hard to shut up and go back to rocking back and forth whilst pressing my hands together looking like a drooling psychotic idiot…volcanic lava??? Hahahha funny
Ok ok martin pale…nearly went to jail. i like this overall pattern...there's something about it that really appeals to my nether regions...making love to phantoms.