[ Tuesday, March 18, 2003 ]
sooo... just like the poster for the rocky horror picture show, "the anticipation is almost over".sure as fuck its going to be a party. missiles raining down from the sky. i just wish they'd start already, because it seems no matter what anyone says or does, those guys are going to launch those missiles, and let the chips fall where they may. yeah. should be one hell of a party. fuck.
kinda thing that makes a man want to drink himself right out of his skin. come on everybody, smile on your brother... demons ARE real.
so no show at the astoria tonight after all... kinda disappointing, but there we are.... what can ya do? bens gotta see the lady, i s'pose. can't live with 'em... can't kill 'em :) :) :) i mean, umm... can't live without 'em ... yeah, that's the one!
harpies!! hehehe.
the kind of outburst self censorship would oppose, but i'm trying to heal myself. the scars of socialisation. the burn marks of these people... they are all fucking nuts. FUCKING NUTS. we are all fucking nuts. the world is the worst part. you can't even be sane, because you end up sane in an insane world, and what is that? that is just a matter of point of view. i'm sure george bush would think i'm a fucking idiot asshole waste. arrgh!
i wonder whats up with the s.a.r.s? in my more paranoid mental rambles i wonder if its some kinda chinese (or somebody else, but it seems to have started in china) biological warfare germ goodie run amok. on the other hand, nature seems to be getting pretty fed up with us, and is trying to find all sorts of new and special ways to cull the herd. don't get sick, peeps!
anything else new and exciting? i'm farting up a storm, to get in touch with the more base aspects of humanity. i think i blame the garlic on the pizza... pizza for breakfast is bound to play a role in these things. the hallway outside my cage smells like beer. i don't know why, i swear i'm not responsible. perhaps it is a conspiracy. A CONSPIRICAY, I TELL YOU!! IT WASN'T ME, MOMMA, I DIDN'T DRINK THE BEERS !!
i wish! fuck. i could really use some mental enhancement whilst back here... i think tim was suggesting pills, speed or something. i think that'd be a bit dangerous, speed seems to have real habit forming potential. i remember really enjoying my two experiences with it, although i also remember the next day feeling somewhat less than dead, the mother of all hangovers... could be the speed vs. the beer... it basically seemed to have the effect of counteracting all the negative effects of the booze, and enabled a person to drink significantly larger quantities of the boozey goodness as well. fuck... maybe its the "end days malaise" (hey, that rhymes!), but snorting drugs seems really appealing lately.
i don't think its just 'cause i'm bored... is it? who cares! the whole thing could catch fire any day now, so what the hell... maybe i'll just snort beer.
Escaper [3/18/2003 06:53:00 PM]
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