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2003 27 November :: 1.29am
:: Music: White Rabbit.x.Jefferson Airplane
OhDearLORD.
Laaalalalala. I am. SOTIRED. Of [5150]'s. So we get to an apartment. And this woman is laying down underneath a blanket. We think she's all right. But she's sleeping.
Wewokeherup. She seemed dazedandconfused. "Who are you?" she asked. "My name is _____ _____," the psychiatrist says. "Are you clothed under there?"
"No," the lady says, then giggles and stands up, throwing away her blanket. She's fat. Fuckingblubbermound. "I am BUTT-FUCKING NAKED."
Holding back a laugh. Ohgod. I don't know whether to vomit or laugh my ass off. Three ladies in the room with me. I don't fucking know what to do. But then she says, "And I've got THIS in my CUNT."
And pulls a full. Fucking. EARofcorn. Out of her vagina.
THAT. IS FUCKING. DISGUSTING.
I'm tense. I'm the only man in the room and the ladies seem to get her calmed down from there. But allthewhile she's walking around her apartment. Naked. Murmuring about "Hitler's little men in [her] walls".
There was also a pack of cigarettes on the table. Nolighteranywhere. But suddenly she picks one up and is lighting it. With a lighter. The question is. What FOLD did she get it from!? YOUFATH0.
I sometimes wish I could wash my eyeballs. Shudder.
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2003 26 November :: 1.38am
:: Music: N.I.B.x.Black Sabbath
Nosuchthingasmeandyou.
Nosuchthingasweandus.
Nosuchthingasanobject.
I watch this constant popularity contest. Who do you really think you're fooling? When you dressuppretty. When you tagalong. You think you've got your mask on, but all you have is the sheet of napkin between you and the others.
Stop thinking you're an ostrich. You know. IfIcan'tseeyou, youcan'tseeme.
Being blind to certain incidents doesn't make you allmighty. Getoverit.
Mirrormirroronthewall, allthisuglinesswillmakeyoufall.
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2003 25 November :: 6.26pm
:: Mood: cranky
:: Music: Wonder.x.Alice In Chains
¿Whippingboy?
Quote of the day: "I would rather slit my wrists than give up living."
Idiots.
Inothernews. Things are pounding in my head. There is a voice that sounds like me, but isn't me. So whatthefuck. Telling me things are wrong and that I should off myself? Pssshhno. I keep trying to ignore it, but it seems to make it stronger. And I REFUSE to listen to it. Absolutelyfuckingrefuse.
It has the horrible screeching quality to it's voice of whispers you strain to hear. That wispy sound. Almost like mist.
It keeps trying to find a name for itself, and every time it tries I shove it away. But it bites back.
It resembles a snake. ¿Por que?
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2003 22 November :: 1.27am
:: Mood: scared
:: Music: Voices.x.Disturbed
OHGODPARENTSHAVINGSEXINOTHERROOM.
In other news..
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2003 20 November :: 6.39pm
:: Mood: cranky
:: Music: Sweet Dreams.x.Eurythmics
.//Speakyourmind.
testingtestingonetwotha-reehuthutHIKE.
sixsixsix has been stuck in my head all day. I don't quite know the ALLTOGETHERAWESOMEREVELATION of the Bible, though I've been reading it quietly for some time. Taking what I can to heart.
Don't get me wrong; raised in an atheist family, doomed to remain so. But unlike those fuckforbrains that say they're atheist but celebrate. I do not:celebrate holidays. I do not celebrate my birthday, even. I've gotten to the point without birthday parties that..I don't remember how old I am, most often. I think twentytwo. But I'm not sure.
I'm using commas and periods too much. How's this for a change!? EXCLAMATION POINT. SEMICOLON. WITTY DIALOGUE HERE COMMA PUNCHLINE.
Stop angsting. Stopitstopit. Go home. Feed the snakes. Feed the birds. Feed ALL your animals you ZOOKEEPER you.
I hate coughing when there's nothing in your throat. But I love coughing fits. Especially where tears squeeze out the corners of your eyes. YesI'modd.
Someone ask for my name? Eh?
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