Friday, April 29, 2005
1:26AM with sticky thighs and sticky fingers and sweaty bellies and open eyes popping out to say hello.
So, hello.
I find that I speak too fictitiously, no wait, what do I mean by that. I MEAN, yes, fictitiously, in the sense, that I speak without logic, which is sometimes good, but, I feel, like I'm missing out on, no, not missing out, that I'm, vomiting toooo much happiness, and imagery, and rubbish, and that I'm having, seizure of metaphors, and stupid smiling trees singing their hippity happity songs about squirrels eating their apples, and I once heard a joke, which went like this, what's worse than finding a worm in your apple? The holocaust.
Now that's logic.
p.s,,,let's start a revolution on tuesdays. and find this man and become suffocated in his whiskers.
So, hello.
I find that I speak too fictitiously, no wait, what do I mean by that. I MEAN, yes, fictitiously, in the sense, that I speak without logic, which is sometimes good, but, I feel, like I'm missing out on, no, not missing out, that I'm, vomiting toooo much happiness, and imagery, and rubbish, and that I'm having, seizure of metaphors, and stupid smiling trees singing their hippity happity songs about squirrels eating their apples, and I once heard a joke, which went like this, what's worse than finding a worm in your apple? The holocaust.
Now that's logic.
p.s,,,let's start a revolution on tuesdays. and find this man and become suffocated in his whiskers.
