Hello Monday
2000-07-03 03:27:47
don't touch that remote i've found the way to the light at the end of the hallway that leads to where no man or woman has gone before those who have reached into the skies and came forth to bury the dearly departed who have been destitute amongst the rich and prostitute to avoid being poor in a world in which we find that the truth is within out own chest and our own pride is our truest enemy in the fight against ginigvitis, tarter, and the cold war that had ended years ago with the advent of big bombs that blow up entire continents and invisible weapons based on chemicals and nuclear splitting that is what makes us all burp when we have had a few too many a few too fast and after it is all over we piss away our sorrows and cry our way into the beds of those whom are just as intoxicated as us as we decide whether or not to chew our arms off for a quick escape from making what would be the equivilent to wrestling with a buffalo in a red dress like the lady in that old 80's song that still makes my eyes glassy when i think of the dance and the wolves and other beasts whom had fed upon the breasts of the girl i had once loved but am now tring to hit or rather not miss being that i could never hit her or even try to hurt her again (emotionally not physically of course) for it would only turn the knife within my own stomach in which liquor and pizza swish and sway... away... away...Hello, Monday... How are you?