Inner workings of two sleepy altered minds. and lightning bugs.

Sep 28, 2007 06:39

dkfsdsflkdfasdga we just went to circle k. and shit. andf shit shit shit shit we're going camping. at hueston woods dude. with rob--our 100% bonafide circle k worker. and paul. and leannne. and joey p. and joe and anna. and everybody. ryan. he will be the camp administrater. love it! busy! leave me alone dude. monsters and people in back rooms that nobody likes. we'll smoke with them. and go camping. and cool hats. all from jamaica. eeeeeeeee i love it. we're going. we're going camping. dude i'm a fucking elf. aand with my hair and my green shirt i fucking am! clock keeps changing. it's gone. he drowned. it's raining. chains. chaiiiiins. i have a wonderful feeling inside of me. hallow's eve is my motherfucking day. squabbles! yay. i'm thinking of cherries and sundays and other delicacies. of poodles! everyone is you. you are you. we don't know. whon't! you -be-my- car (bride)!!? I want it. it's out front. I really enjoy lolly pops. they're tickling me! eehheee! ohhhhhhwowowowoowowowowowowoowwoow we are a musical.and going camping with rob because we just saw him and he's cool as fuck! and ambien and coke and weed and adderall and acid and everythign we can get our GRUBBY grubby paws on. substances all around. we pass. we smoke. we toke. we get fucked up. it's a cycle. bookshoops and crows are where wespend quality family time in my brick house. our muppet house. and rob and joe and amanda and me and meeesa (duhhh) and paul and leanne will display their lack of common sense. and emolay if she gets her ass up here. for once. possibly. maybe so. and anyone else who wants to come. it will be peace. it will be war. it will be beautiful. and pepe will make us baloney sandwiches withe no bread. and it will alarm us! for the baloney is destined to blow up as a fucking penguin. and then we're eating all these penguin sandwiches. and it's classy as motherfucking fuck. yes. yes.. multiples. writing. reading. being. breathing. i feel it. the walls will swirl! the walls will fall! and it's open. and moving. and changing. just like the seasons. and our campout. with rob and us (me and meesa) and paul and leanne who display no common sense. at all allllll alllll i love them . and bruce would might not be an addition. but he may be. you never know. we're all here. we're all camping. body is a fortress. with the red team in there. and the green team in there. mountain dew is either in my vagina or my boobies. and it's eeating her souuulI!!!! diamonds. swirls. we'll make it a campout. we'll go camping. i'm liquid melting. melting down to waxious nothings. "they're all floatin up man! look at em! wow!" snnnaakes and they're all in line for kings island. i have a sudden urge to release the urine liquid substance forming in my bladder. bladder. pee. pee. pisssssssssssss s s s s s s.s s.s s.s s.s s.s! super market worms and pigs and the iron chef. he guts animals. i love animals. i hate people who gut them. i want to seriously own a puppy and give it care. caaree for everything. dude.i love the world and everyone it it. my thoughts are profound. but they don't seem to translate properly. I am a cloud. I am a buzzard. pecking at my half-rotted prey. i swarmm over the dead racooons. they're half rotted. and yet. i still swarm. i peck at them. but they are not my meat. my meat is in within my self. i am digesting my very own body. as well as this half-rotted raccoon business. it's going to hell mr fingers. we must watch salad fingers. we're all in coffins and wearing dresses. and moving and turning around. and facing us but never facing us. they're not ffacing us. there are eskimos. they are not freezing. not at all. they're in the amazon. grass reeds and light. reflected in the water is the light. I am not yet tempted by the water. a shark might possibly prey apon my vulture status. who will win? the vulture or the shark? I'm thinking the shark has an advantage. yet the buzzard is free to fly away home when he gets tired of fighting. he would rather just settle down for some tea. the tea of the evening is beautiful. my buzzard is quite ordinarily satisfied.i am a buzzard. i am my buzzard. i am buzzing inside of me. the buzzing won't yield for a moment. the bottom light is being covered my a coffin. pigments and then golf channel. and then it was paused. and she saw the green and she saw the white and the flag and people standing. and i saw the stand. i have a pinkley dinkely in my bladder. it is pleeing to be released! it has been held captive in my prison for far far far too long. realease! release! don't piss your pants! realease! teleport the urine to the toilet. don't die. just fright, just fright is all you need. don't fucking tell me about my eskimos. i know where they are. the amazon is no place for a snow monkey! switch them with the porch monkeys. take the eskimos back to alaska! we're going to make lemonade when we go camping. and ryan is going to give me cocaine. and it willl be lovely. lovely. SPLENDIDLY OUTLANDISHLY loverly. but what of the urine?! my bladder is far to full. don't laugh. don't cough. don't shake. don't even botehr. rob is my fater. he eats at circle k and then makes everything right in the world. i don't know how else it owuld be. he will do it. and come camping with us very soon. soooon soon soon soon soon. we'll trip. we'll eat acid. we'rll eat ecstasy. and do lines. lines of coke. and the warm blanket made me become oh so suddenly aware of the sharp stingning in my feet that is the cold. the cold from the night that we just expierienced. it is fabulous. fablouts. shadowww popping with me. over here ober there. my spleen is popping everywhere. as if my spleen juices decided to be poprocks for halloween. the needles anre in under my spleen. the spleen juice needs nettles. and was provoked very much so by the nettles. it's alllll apple. apple salvia. i wonder if the salvia would be apple. or suppossedly this spectrum decides to stand up. walk across the hall and take a leak. and then smmoooke two blunts in our wake and bake brick house. my sealion is roaring! growl! GROWL!!! MOTHERFUCKER. gophers and frogs beware. the sealion is at your ass. and above it. dont' lose it. don't ever fuck it up. I need eggs! fuck baloney. the sealion won't have anyof it. we must keep him entertained in a chamberlain and then we'll talk about babies and anal lions who smite the sea salts and sea lions. no tigers alowed. ever. at all. fuck tigers. they are satan spawn. but we enjoy them at the dinner plate. crazy shit's going on with that balloon. i am at a loss of words my bladder monkey is being punched over and over and it's SCREAMING let me out! but i will resist! I WILL PREVAIL! FUCK BLADDERS. i enjoy the noise that sounds wierd. and then there are lip rings to be discussed. they sound wierd. its DISGUSTING. it must me. ambulance! emergency! PLAY HOUSE. doctor. doctor. doctor my ddadd is beating me. he won't touch me. he just looks at me and if i'm naked he won't go away. condescending. you are. you are. it's awfully awful. i hear the buzzing chimes of a cell phone being rung. nasal cavities. dripping. dripping in nostril gravity. parking spots. special streets. not special parking lots. we're goign to park in the the parking lot it seems. so the parking garage does not need a pass. not at morris. we'll change it. so she doesn't get a ticket. she won't get a ticket. and it will not be here. thank you for calling. we'll do it. A call to arms! Soldiers! aim fire! do not let them stamp that fucking ticket!!! thank you for calling. thank you. we will park. and all of them will not be silly. we're moving the car before the street ticket police abolish it. we will not be abolished. we'll be parking in a huge huge huge parking lot. by my dorm. morris's parking lot. we'll call back after we repark. so help me father! cleaning and doing homework all weekend.
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