you're in my web now i've come to wrap you up til it's time to bite down.

drunk drunk drunk. crap. shit to do. ppl to see. situations to fuck up. karaoke to sing. pricks to punch. crap.

i don't miss childhood, mine was filled of very high expectations for adulthood; none of which have been fulfilled btw. adulthood is fanfrickentastic let me tell you. it's like being reborn except fully conscious, and my god does it hurt. yet it feels good to know you're alive and kicking. why don't human mother's eat their baby's placenta? it's nutrient rich and most other placental mammals do it. question: which would taste better? tacos or placenta?

sometimes... it's hard to remain silent and i force myself to hold my tongue against my instincts. those times i want to scream at the top of my lungs to stop, to slow down. stop! slow down! it's ok, i don't mind being ignored, it gives me time to know myself better. that way i can stop and slow down.

i am walking in a huge circle, larger than others that i have made for this particular purpose. the wind has been blowing quite hard and i have wandered, but always followed the bread crumbs back to the loaf.

the lights go off and i think, shut the fuck up. and so they go back on just to spite me. laughing with the energy of electricity and 70 watts. hardy har har.

my tongue feels like that one episode of rocko's modern life, when he's sick and has to shave the growth off of his tongue with a mini lawn mower. note to self: must now brush four times a day due to massive amounts of cigarettes inhaled.

so long farewell, auf wiedersein, adieu.

my ego's like my stomach i keep shitting what i feed it.