THE GRAPHICS SEEM QUITE THE EXTRAVAGANZA.
my nerves feel like they are on a busy traffic infested highway kicked like a skinny dog.
my brain feels like an omlet.
my mind feels like it's been through the deepest most special catastrophy known to mankind.
and my body? I can't remember the last time I felt so BRILLIANT, IT'S THE PERFECT DAY I'M YELLING I'M FALLING INTO PERFECTION BABY BABY BABY BABY.
umm are you speaking in your ego? oh ok, I get it, sorry I was listening to you spoofing something or another. it was a flash back, your describing me as the god of gods. I just read alot of books by Karl Marx and Hunter S. Thompson.
it seems to me like I have found the perfection of hollywood right in this bedroom.
my brain feels like an omlet.
my mind feels like it's been through the deepest most special catastrophy known to mankind.
and my body? I can't remember the last time I felt so BRILLIANT, IT'S THE PERFECT DAY I'M YELLING I'M FALLING INTO PERFECTION BABY BABY BABY BABY.
umm are you speaking in your ego? oh ok, I get it, sorry I was listening to you spoofing something or another. it was a flash back, your describing me as the god of gods. I just read alot of books by Karl Marx and Hunter S. Thompson.
it seems to me like I have found the perfection of hollywood right in this bedroom.