title backwards is eltit...spanish for boob.

this is not going well...see the whole point of keeping a secret is that you keep it a secret. once people...what? twice the people...fruple (?) the people and all the people...imagine all the people...man i just squished my left ball...so much pain...good God...this is horrible...it's entirely my fault. i have a love for spacious clothing...i can't wear regular tight underwear...the tighty whitey ones with the strange pocket in the front...which i just realised, is there, so that you don't have to take your underwear off whilst peeing...you can just slip your happy camper through the pockety slit thing and enjoy...which is basically like sex...so in fact taking a leak is like having sex when you're wearing the tightey whitey underpants...hmmm...i never thought of it that way...oh well too late...i love my boxers too much to care now...boxers are open...you can do whatever in them...no restrictions...but some times things run off in all directions and get squished.
ok now we're getting back...feel that? yes. that's you losing it. i have far too many keys. have to lock the damn room every time i step outside...paranoia...and mounds of incriminating evidence.

sail above the clouds with the west wind
think about the fools who let us down
laughing through the night for old times
sing and in your voice, i will drown

in the house of God...i saw men die
but i was just a kid and walked on by.
the moon has turned away, the sun won't shine
everything is yours but i'm still mine

shit...i've never been stuck in the middle of a shitty goddamned poem...shit...
screw it.
have to go to this place tomorrow...job application...night job...i hate telephones...i'm going to have to sit and answer calls...if it weren't for the fact that i need the goddamn money to buy drums and an electric guitar i would never actually work...damnit...goddamn phones...shut up...there'll be no more of that...the nazi in your head is about to scream.
the other day we were a bit mutant so i asked pana to move the water bottle away cause i could see stuff in it. i could see me standing next to pana...at least i thought it was pana...but it was actually just another me...the other me was holding onto my hair with one hand...and there was an entire line of me's everybody had the hair of the me infront of them in their hand...that sentence should be banished from the english language and i should be executed...but anyhoo...it was starting to get on my nerves...the whole...clone train hallucination. it's 2:30 am...i suppose i won't go home now...might as well just flop down here...we reduced coca cola cups to dogs...and rooks...now he's run off somewhere...
slowly but surely you get to the point of the whole thing...blowing smoke on the monitor...don't really care for...empty cigarettes...too...pointless. fact of the matter is that you're not seeing this right.

step around the corner and you will see
smoke...i have been wondering about this
barking shitty...ok enough. children will control their temper now.
i had a strange dream once...it wasn't really a dream...it was kind of like when you wake up but your mind is still lingering back there with the crazy things...a man in my dream said to me, "jhoomnay walon ko lutf nahin milta." what happened after that...is a secret...once the peeepul...twooice the peepil...fruple the peoplle...all the people...imagine all the people...see, the whole point of keeping a secret is that you keep it a secret. this is not going well...