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2003 7 November :: 9.56pm
:: Music: Tourniquet.x.Marilyn Manson
Somethingsneverchange.
.//Pedophile.
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2003 7 November :: 1.37am
:: Music: Conflict.x.Disturbed
By anger, I mean tension.
By tension, Imeanstress.
BystressImeancommotion.
BycommotionImeanHEADACHE.
My mouth tastes like sugar and bile. Mm.
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2003 6 November :: 6.48pm
It surrounds you and profounds you. It sings to you, precious songs from underneath. Down.below. You feel it everywhere, all around you and yet when you touch it. Thethinair.
It encompasses. Feeling.touching.hearing.seeing.smelling. Everything. Everywhere. You feel it.
Things are duller, but better than they've ever been. Sensability has no place. It is knowing God, remembering for all intentsandpurposes God, and feeling God.
I realize I come off as holy. But. Religion does play an important role in whoorwhatiam.
Drugwhammie. Marijaquila. Feeling everything but powerless.
Tired of trying to be more than pointless. Stumblingoffnow.
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2003 5 November :: 11.44pm
:: Mood: annoyed
:: Music: Burning Beds.x.Midnight Oil
Like a fat man wallowing through a pool of molasses.
Thank you King Bush. Youknow. For proving your stupidity. Yet again.
I wish. I lived closer to you.
That way I could scream profanities into your windows at night.
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2003 5 November :: 12.35am
:: Music: What You Are.x.Audioslave
Scalpel tagged me today. Myfault. His head is the size of my palm. Yet I am compelled to pet it. Petit, it tells me. Petme. Petmyhead.
So I did. And he bit me. And I bled. But. I'm not too dejected. It happens. Wrapped it all nice so the people at work will stare.
It's good being an EMT. I'll post a picture of my nice new badge tomorrow. 31631A. These numbers rule my holocaust.
To breathe is human. To cure is divine.
Divine holocaust?
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