Oct 19, 2007 15:59
that acutally. no shit, came out of my mouth last night.
I've no idea what was possessing me (coffee grounds in the lamb loaf?) but I was on a complete spazz last night while trying to go to sleep. Compelllllete spazz. The phrase "steaming piles of entrails" came up. Also "ass trumpet", and no, don't ask, trust me!
The highlight, though, was the country song version of "There Are Squirrls on the Treadmill of My Brain," which I present for posterity. (poor posterity)
There are squirrels on the treadmill of my brain (oh lord)
there are squirrels on the treadmill of my brain
running on their wheels
and driving me insane
there are squirrels on the treadmill of my brain.
Liam suggested that the next verse began "There are maggots in a corner of my heart," which may have been the point at which the phrase "reveling in the steaming pile of entrails on the bed" came up.
Incidentally, for post three of "I bore the world for a year" I have finally realized what the title and them of this experiment is.
"Not Like The Other Lives"
(no shit...)