ceremonial cracker jacks

red blue blaoong...these are the colours all these lizards in my room are wearing tonight as they fight amongst one another over all these mango bugs of different races...some are black...some are white...some are brown...some are dead because i trod on them...i wonder...mango bugs are kind of like ball point pens...it's a very rare thing for a ball point pen to run out of ink...i for one usually lose the ball point pen long before it even reaches halfway...same goes with mango bugs...they never die of old age...they just get...killed.
touched my cheek and it hurt very much...but not in the regular sense...in the sense that it was like as if all the neurons caught fire and glowed bright...with fright i asked my hand to come back and so it did...how nice is that? yesterday i found myself following a head of hair...long black silky type hair...not silky...well not black...brown...whatever...anyhoo somebody called my name and i snapped out of it and went back inside my class...horrendously pretty girl has invaded skans...she will be destroyed...i will make her smell my underwear or something...it will kill her.
i know this boy who is a son of a bitch...i hope he's reading this because he's a cunt dropping...he's going to get his ass kicked by me...his turd-like existence has become a nuisance...i am strange and annoying but i don't ask for much...except of course everything...but this is just...not right...i will have to yank his sack off and destroy him as well...i will make him smell my underwear...it will kill him. or at least make him sterile...
my mother said, "you smell of tobacco..."
so i said, "you should thank God i don't smell of cigarettes..."
so she left.
to thank God.
i lost my friends...not that i don't have any any more...i mean i can't find them...i think they got stuck in my hair...i'm not even slightly miserable...i'm about to jump out of my skin with glee...gloo...i have to try glue sniffing...wonder what happens from it...a friend of mine was stuck in a bus once with a boy who was animatedly making out with a steel rod...licking it up and slobbering...he seemed the sort who knew what it was like to sniff glue...do you know how much my back hurts?? well?? do you??? as long as you're not fat...i don't mind...fat people...i can't stand...unless it's really cold and i want something large and warm...to put my hands on...etc...but i can always get me a cat...they say priests do it with cats because cats never complain about sexually transmitted diseases like feaces and chocolate, honey, milk, sweet smell of spring mixed with hot cocoa...i am hungry as hell...i need foood...but not the shit that's available......vital signs...oh...lame assed bunch of chikna people...
something is wrong. i can feel it. something bad is going to happen...
there's a lot more police nowadays on the streets than their used to be...something is up...cages are the best things that's where we first got to live.......forgive me father for i have sinned...so who is peter lindgren...that's what you ask...and you don't know the answer...a good lawyer knows the answers to the questions asked...in advance...you will die in an airplane...here's an answer to one of your questions...i hope you're satisfied...you will die and i will feed the carrion birds with enough nonsense so as to help you decay rather than become what you've been trying so hard to become....shit.

much love,
I'M BAAAACK BITCH!!!!! etc etc