fuck. fuckity fuck fuck. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. el fuckalo.
it's just adult stuff, you know? adult stuff. i want to scream at the adult stuff tonight. mainly, i just want to scream. i want to shove on some shit and break it. but then, i want it all back the way it should be.
marshall was joking, but i'm not. brain damage. for three days this week my body brewed in it's own juices - nay, boiled. 104 degrees. 102 degrees. back, forth. hot hot hot. crazy. and i've not been right since. i dreamed some retarded dreams. i saw whoopass visions and spoke to celebrities and dead people and people to whom i don't talk. those fucking tone forks from the Phantasm movies...i was being sucked into looney land hard and fast. ah, ahhhhhhh, no. i held tight to the forks until i had the strengh to pull myself back out and into realage.
i think i might have wanted to see what looney land was like. maybe i was too big of a pussy.
