I Should Not Be Writing Right Now
I need to go to sleep. I'm to have surgery soon. I need my rest. No, I should not be writing right now.
My insides are in turmoil again, and I've already thrown up so it's not that. My brain is throwing pictures against the white shiny screen of my mind. I don't know what it means, but it seems like a good story. There seems to be a lot of blood involved, anyhow. And mythology, which is always interesting even when blood gets boring. My god, I'm fucking insane. And I'm so into the benefits of insanity.
I've been putting off for so long that which i've dreaded because I know how much I will love it.
I'm pretty sure god hates me.
Vive le livre!
My insides are in turmoil again, and I've already thrown up so it's not that. My brain is throwing pictures against the white shiny screen of my mind. I don't know what it means, but it seems like a good story. There seems to be a lot of blood involved, anyhow. And mythology, which is always interesting even when blood gets boring. My god, I'm fucking insane. And I'm so into the benefits of insanity.
I've been putting off for so long that which i've dreaded because I know how much I will love it.
I'm pretty sure god hates me.
Vive le livre!
posted by damnsle | 10:10 PM
4 Comments:
Your header says you're into poety.
I hope that means what I think it does.
I mean ...
It's about peeing, right?
What surgery are you getting?
You're not getting a penis are you?
because I don't care what the quack cummings told you.
You can poety just fine sitting down.
Oh my god, whichever of mcdougals friends you are, you make me laugh. It hurts, considering the surgery i just had, but oh it is so nice to laugh. I am gall bladder-less now, laparoscopricly speaking. It's not so bad, mainly because i now have tons (so to speak) of vicodin. i love vicodin. it makes the voices so much clearer and nearer. that is a good thing, right? in any case, i'm high and healing and having fun. what more could one ask for? can i get a big 'ol "woohoo" from the specatators? oh yeah.
I've never been more turned on by you than right now.
Calzone, I could make your head explode, given the chance. Or, you know, cry a lot. Whatever.
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