|on my way out the door to play dnd.
||[Nov. 14th, 2004|03:38 pm]
|||||malice, 2 glasses of wine.||]|
|||||modus rodentia- de mundi ne gigantus||]|
well, fuck. tried to kill people on the subway with my brain (not much luck, thanks for nothing brain).
holding it together today is another example of how i'm the embodiment of the virtue "cunning."
we dogsat all weekend. dogs know i'm the boss of them, easy. why don't you? fucking do what i say.
the sky is an ocean, strewn with zepplins. there is a door to heaven under ground, & a silver chair.
uh, damn it fucking damn it. the streets are oceans too, & you're all there, all a-ground, zepplins.
zepplins are angels & i can't help but call them "a-swarm." the angels are all a-swarm. & i'm not..
i'm lonely as fuck all. my eyes aren't betraying me & neither are the angels. god is fucking betraying me.