Even my phone is crazy. The aliens inside can speak 3D stylee

Jan 04, 2005 17:41

Ewwww I am seething with disgust due to the events of the past several days. I feel dirty to the core. Wash these blood-suckers off of me. I feel like homicide-ing every motherfucking last one of you. Take your lithium, bitch. Days crawl and fly. Never either when I want them to.

My phone speaks alien like nobody's business. And on command!

I hate liars and I hate downers. I think I'll say fuck the lithium and just launch my body and mind into an uncontrollable upswing. It feels glorious. So what if I land my nutty arse in prison? That would surely chuck me irrevocably into a downward spiral. And at the bottom? Death. And maybe I'll even get lucky and the Man won't put me away. Or maybe he'll lock me up with Lisa and Jack Nicholson. You never know. Any of it must be better than the dullards I'm dealing with now. Time for some action. So what say you, baby, let's split. I'm done with school anyway. Fuck it all fuck it all. And you know things will be better this way in the end.

O, Gershwin, how you make me long for death.
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