Hmmmm…. I’m bored and full of insomnia so I thought hey why not write a blong. These are supposed to probably be full of topic and full of relevant thoughts, but I really don’t have one of those right now. This week I am enigma. So anyway I keep having all these freaky weird ass dreams about people I went to high school with. There are fat girls from my high school class getting venegance on the teachers. Ethnic warfare and preppie kids getting teared apart to smithereens. Guess those are the dreams we have when we don’t head off to our lame high school reunions. Thank god too I think I’d rather swallow my own vomit.
Well those are some of the thoughts that make no sense. Tori Tori Tori Tori!!! Where are you? You were Tamasi! Where are you now?
Oh jesus and when we finally thought the drama stopped the drama called. And I answered. Oh wow!!! It was insane. I thought drama left me at the bus station last week. Well the casino. You probably know. And now there is this slurping. Oh that is some porn I forgot about 30 minutes ago. Slups don’t go well with Tori. Her concerts were never sponsored by Hoover. Thats gotta go. okay it gones. now im in bliss again.
I hope drama doesnt come to my window. It used to come there in high school a lot. But we liked doing headers into my window. That was like initation. into my lair. hahahaha.
I wish I was in the mosh pit. Break my skull. Drama poof away. But she lurks nearby. The moon is not full but the crazies still saunter on by. oh hold on. time to lock the doors and shut the lights. Hurricane Tina is comin by we need to board this bitch up!
okay that is done now. Another call from the other side of the galaxy will be comin’ in. Right in about 12 minutes. 120 it calls. I’d rather be having a psychic vibe with a lover and not a friend, not the hurricane. It rings rings rings. So yeah um back to my dreams I think that was what I started babbling about.
But I’m done. I cant stop whats coming. not even you. cant stop cant stop whats coming, cant stop what is on its way.
she’s less than sure if her heart has come to stay in san jose
and her neverborn child haunts her now
as she speeds down the freeway
as she tries her luck with the traffic police
out of boredom more than spite
she never finds no trouble, she tries too hard
she’s oblivious despite herself
she looks like eva marie saint
in on the waterfront, she says
all she needs is therapy
all you need is love is all you need
ah-ahh
i hope no one dies on my freeway tonight. last year they did on this day. im numb to that pain tonight, i made sure to close my channels. if all that can circle this day is the torch of pain, then i make sure to light my candle in the wind. drown it out. drown it out. try to figure out which puzzles we need to piece together again and which ones we need to burn in eternal hell. adieu.
By SpaceDog 