Frizzle your frazzle on this one, valentino!
Do i sit inside and frizzle my frazzle on a computer screen, or do i go outside even though its raining? Shall i pick up my guitar, which sits here at my right hand, or will i just type? The paintbrush is crusty from not having washed it, but still it calls me, but it is at my back, and i continue to type. I have talked to my mother today, i went to choir and oceanography today, and now im sitting onthe floor, my neck hurts terribly and im lonely. And then i realize that, "oh fucka mother cocksucking sonofabitchass hole. Its valentines day. God that is stupid." and i feel that since it is this sick and twisted day that i must act out against it and be happy and still not give a shit. but i dont even feel llike it, so go fuck off.