May 10, 2006 13:12
"I have lice and I hope it crawls up your frumpy purple asshole."
There is definitely a lot of shit clogging my thought-stream. It builds up and builds up until whatever comes out of my mouth is garbled and confused and nothing comes out whole or without a piece of another thought attached to it. I need mental filing cabinets.
Anything and everything, as it comes will come. It'll all come out, see? So I'm it, so fucking what?