551660 no i don t know what time it is

Dec 05, 2007 16:08

don't read this entry;

read th one before it, which goes like

http://lostcosmonaut.livejournal.com/2007/11/12/

This spiderbite or whatever it is on my left leg has taken an extra-long time going away: five months + counting

Finally ah started putting Neosporin on it so now it's draining

Jackie said it's a tiny vagina on my leg

Ah keep daydreaming about taking a scalpel to it or hiring a doctor to scalpel it

Am ah normal? This wound has been here since this summer in New Orleans; if it were a radioactive spiderbite wouldn't ah be dead by now?

It's snowing here now; ah got to drive to work in snow

Zometimez when ah ain't get enough sleep, ah begin to think it's only conversation keep me alive, and ah'll toss and turn and beg heavens to talk to me in a normal human voice

Yessiree

zleep deprivation can do zome cray-jee things; ah'll be all, "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, bro, talk to me, ah'll talk about anything anytime w/ anyone"

Den ah saw them commercials wherein modern businesspeople talk about talking about talking, and den th guy from th company that th commercial's about--ah forget what company--is all, "Hey, fuck talking, whatever happened to DOING, BRO"

and ah'm all, yeah, no, THAT GUY know what it's about

I don't know what it's about, THAT GUY knows what it's about

Never

th

less,

ah do miss talking like in th old daze, somethin' fierce

when time was worth le$$ but was appreciated all th same

Sean Taylor, in th movies nobody dies from getting shot in th leg. THINK



and we figured out everyone would look better in leather aviator helmets + flight goggles


science, death

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