colostomy bags is not a desert survival technique.
incomprehensibly, i dreamt last night that louis farrakhan, senate majority leader, was dead & that there was a world wide moment of silence. what the fuck is my brain mulling over that i get farrakhan as my dreamy side effect? i mean, this wasn't some "i'm not in heaven, boy oh boy i hate not being in heaven" dream, this was just a weird piece of surreal. there were wheel chairs that squeeked when you pushed them. fuck, man, i have these dreams.
you're really trying to live healthy, but using an abrasive toothpaste?