We're all God's critters. Nota bene, meus irae (I'm so gonna get nailed for bullshitting Latin)

[aslan_of_narnia]

I don't know why, but my tummy is chooglin' & booglin' like never before all of a sudden. Sounds like three coffee percolators and a small array of bullfrogs. Did I eat a fuckin' license plate, or somethin'?

Just thought I'd share. Oh, and watch out for Debbie when she's had a heapin' helping of "Cold-Hearted Bitch:" As soon as you crash on Centipede, she'll make you feel like you just nodded off and totaled a stealth jet prototype! But she's my (word she can't stand), and she totally is that someone who sets me up the bomb.

And where to now? Not a clue. Maybe music, maybe some time with a friend, and maybe just hide a while and rest, as if they're not all the same thing, in a way. A concert is a drink is a nap is a good movie is a... ad facilus etc, ad nauseum et infinitum. Vowel sounds are fun. I taste blood.

Be Zorch,
Az

"Now the rainman gave me two cures,
Then he said, "Jump right in."
The one was Texas medicine,
The other was just railroad gin.
An' like a fool I mixed them
An' it strangled up my mind,
An' now people just get uglier
An' I have no sense of time.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again."