can i have some more please...?
my...my my i mean to say my father made me get another haircut...so now i look like a dickhead straight out of aitchison...or hell...
my sister broke my guitar...it was an accident i suppose.
i don't have any drugs...apart from zoloft...so i helped myself to two.
crownless far away.
i haven't eaten in two days...don't feel like it...so i'm hoping these pills will kick in soon...or i could take some more...it's not like these can kill me. tomorrow i can go hahaha nowhere.
my stomach feels like it's burning though.
can't take a bath because there's no water...
the worst thing is that i can't even express my anger...hahaha...i can't cry...don't know how...can't scream...don't have the energy...can't break stuff...it's already broken...
i could however chop myself up...but that leads to even more shit...
i'm very happy nowadays...why don't you come and be happy with me...why don't you stick a fork in the back of my head and look at the pretty colours that flow out...that's what you want isn't it??
i'm taking good care of myself lately...hahaah the pills are kicking in...i can feel the smooth numbness of dumbness coming over like the rover when it shot two balloons...there is no pain you are receding...a distant ship smoke on the horizon...you are only coming through in waves...your lips move but i can't hear what you're saying...something whatsit woohoo and yay.
i vaguely remember through the throbbing pain that a girl was talking to me about something about rain and what-not...and then this other one was asking me if i had broken her guitar...no wait...weight...x is the column where the product has to no you multiply x with f which is the frequency...and you divide the sum of the two with the sum of the frequeency...er sigma fx over sigma f i believe is the expression most commonly used around that room with the bearded guy on the sofa...just lean back my boy...ignore that . what a nuisance we all are aren't we...i have to get one more pill...be right back...said said...
they're discussing whether it was a good idea for us to go to no that if it was a good idea for me to go to the psychiatrist...my mother says that she had a dream about my...er problems...that i should not mess around with jolly little bubble balls...isnt that a nice sentence..i can hear the clouds...i mean thunder...the only noise that calls to me and speaks nothing but the truth...the one sound that never lies...thunder is my love...i would marry thunder if she were close enough to sleep with.
my hands don't feel good...i don't much care for typing and people...er...happy life my young friend...
the wind is getting up...you know...when i get bothered...seriously bothered...thunder speaks to me in a voice so sweet and honest...and i can never ignore her because i know that i like thunder hahaha...yup that's just about how simple everything really is...
the other we were discussing how big our houses were when we were kids and now i wonder how such a big house can offer not an inch for me to breathe in...and that i've become a television show for a scavenger...you know...poke his brain...don't want nothing...i think i should go fall asleep or something...oOOOAYE...i have to go on a trip...to this place up north with my school.
they asked for 300rs...i have 90 rupees...i'll get 150 off pana and i'll borrow the rest from another friend...borrow means never havign to return money...but if you don't return my book...by george i will kick your ass...and i don't want no smudges on the pages neither...no gravy stains....no underlines...no but i do want you to read the book..my head feels itchy...what the hell does avant garde mean? or poignant?
oye molly do you have a woh hair cutting machine thing?? i'd like to use it on my head...these hair are a bother...i bot her a pineapple box and fruits and stuff
there was this song i really liked...but i can't listen to it because the headphones make a buzzing sound that is like...a brain tumor inducing popsickle.
i feel cold now.
headache...man i remember this head ache...this is going to last a long long time...
much sleep paralysis last night...felt sick in the mornin'
lose the fan
lose the light
lose everything in sight
burn my palace to the floor
try to break down the door
steal the beating of the sun
steal everything and run
take the keys to my mind
there are many things you'll find
so please don't think of being kind
coz i'll sell everything you leave behind
oooooooh delilah
watch me as i leave
oooooooooooooooh delilah
watch me as i leave you tonight.
virgin whores...what a mess they are...i should talk...talk like a monkey on a wrench...with grease in my bvelfry?
what's a belfry?
right well gentlemen...since i won't be having food tonight either...i think i'll go to sleep...good night
may jesus and the seven dwarves help you find your way out of here.
my sister broke my guitar...it was an accident i suppose.
i don't have any drugs...apart from zoloft...so i helped myself to two.
crownless far away.
i haven't eaten in two days...don't feel like it...so i'm hoping these pills will kick in soon...or i could take some more...it's not like these can kill me. tomorrow i can go hahaha nowhere.
my stomach feels like it's burning though.
can't take a bath because there's no water...
the worst thing is that i can't even express my anger...hahaha...i can't cry...don't know how...can't scream...don't have the energy...can't break stuff...it's already broken...
i could however chop myself up...but that leads to even more shit...
i'm very happy nowadays...why don't you come and be happy with me...why don't you stick a fork in the back of my head and look at the pretty colours that flow out...that's what you want isn't it??
i'm taking good care of myself lately...hahaah the pills are kicking in...i can feel the smooth numbness of dumbness coming over like the rover when it shot two balloons...there is no pain you are receding...a distant ship smoke on the horizon...you are only coming through in waves...your lips move but i can't hear what you're saying...something whatsit woohoo and yay.
i vaguely remember through the throbbing pain that a girl was talking to me about something about rain and what-not...and then this other one was asking me if i had broken her guitar...no wait...weight...x is the column where the product has to no you multiply x with f which is the frequency...and you divide the sum of the two with the sum of the frequeency...er sigma fx over sigma f i believe is the expression most commonly used around that room with the bearded guy on the sofa...just lean back my boy...ignore that . what a nuisance we all are aren't we...i have to get one more pill...be right back...said said...
they're discussing whether it was a good idea for us to go to no that if it was a good idea for me to go to the psychiatrist...my mother says that she had a dream about my...er problems...that i should not mess around with jolly little bubble balls...isnt that a nice sentence..i can hear the clouds...i mean thunder...the only noise that calls to me and speaks nothing but the truth...the one sound that never lies...thunder is my love...i would marry thunder if she were close enough to sleep with.
my hands don't feel good...i don't much care for typing and people...er...happy life my young friend...
the wind is getting up...you know...when i get bothered...seriously bothered...thunder speaks to me in a voice so sweet and honest...and i can never ignore her because i know that i like thunder hahaha...yup that's just about how simple everything really is...
the other we were discussing how big our houses were when we were kids and now i wonder how such a big house can offer not an inch for me to breathe in...and that i've become a television show for a scavenger...you know...poke his brain...don't want nothing...i think i should go fall asleep or something...oOOOAYE...i have to go on a trip...to this place up north with my school.
they asked for 300rs...i have 90 rupees...i'll get 150 off pana and i'll borrow the rest from another friend...borrow means never havign to return money...but if you don't return my book...by george i will kick your ass...and i don't want no smudges on the pages neither...no gravy stains....no underlines...no but i do want you to read the book..my head feels itchy...what the hell does avant garde mean? or poignant?
oye molly do you have a woh hair cutting machine thing?? i'd like to use it on my head...these hair are a bother...i bot her a pineapple box and fruits and stuff
there was this song i really liked...but i can't listen to it because the headphones make a buzzing sound that is like...a brain tumor inducing popsickle.
i feel cold now.
headache...man i remember this head ache...this is going to last a long long time...
much sleep paralysis last night...felt sick in the mornin'
lose the fan
lose the light
lose everything in sight
burn my palace to the floor
try to break down the door
steal the beating of the sun
steal everything and run
take the keys to my mind
there are many things you'll find
so please don't think of being kind
coz i'll sell everything you leave behind
oooooooh delilah
watch me as i leave
oooooooooooooooh delilah
watch me as i leave you tonight.
virgin whores...what a mess they are...i should talk...talk like a monkey on a wrench...with grease in my bvelfry?
what's a belfry?
right well gentlemen...since i won't be having food tonight either...i think i'll go to sleep...good night
may jesus and the seven dwarves help you find your way out of here.
posted by Duck at 7:50 AM
1 Comments:
if ure referring to the electric shaver than i should mention i had a rather nice one which had an unfortunate encounter with the thickest of brushes during a 'special haircut' after which its functions have been permanently rendered useless. just go to the barbers and get a number two machine across ure head, might improve the situation on it. try finding a solution to the situation within it as well while ure at it. we need to meet.
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