And it got worse before it got better...
Spraying liquid-hell out of yr ass is the worst thingever!
And here's a question no one should ever have to ask themselves: When you're going thru the whole 'liquid-hell' thing, where do you vomit?
The waste basket? Do you really wanna clean THAT out?
The toilet? When you have no time to flush the waste already collected? Do you really wanna risk ass splash-back? And when you're all clinched, doubled over, and vomiting, do you really wanna worry about shitting on yrself?
The sink? If the vomit comes with any force, it'll pull a Tony Hawk and jump the side, spray on the wall, the floorthe ceiling? Any solid matter will surely clog the draindo you feel like cleaning it?
Then there's the bathtub; big and deep and clean and white and inviting. The choice is clear, atleast it was to me.
But i forgot the anti-slip mat that's suction-cupped to the bottom. And that's a stomach content filter if i ever saw one.
That's a ten minute cleanup, if you're thorough.
Humiliation and compromise are two pillars of any good sickness.
And if being cold, dizzy, achy, nauseous, and spraying demon-semen from one's bowels wasnt bad enough, i have to have straight fucked up dreams that turn into brief hallucinatory crises every time i wake uproughly every hour or so, seeing as though i was shivery, achy jointed and afraid of dehydration.
So my fucked up dream about collecting two hugeHUUUUUUUGE ice cubes turns into me waking up, thinking the dogs are loose and trying to eat said ice cubes. I get dressed and am about to walk outside before i realize it was a dream.
Going back to sleep, i surely do kick those dogs' asses.
Then i think the cubes are melting and wake up and drink a lot of water in order to keep them frozen.
Because this makes sense.
And it doesnt add undue stress to my already aching belly.
Then there was the thing about Hasidic Jews trying to take the cubes and make them into Dradles....er...
And this goes on for 17 hours. I've never slept so long in my life.
I get up to go to work and i'm so weak. I havent eaten anything in over 24 hours, i'm only drinking water. By now, i've either shat or sweat most of that out.
So i call my boss and tell him i wont be in. I call the main office as well and get a lecture about calling so close to the time i need to be in.
I spend the next 9 hours or so laying on my couch, sweating, drinking Sprite, and watching the time go by. Slowly.
Time has never seemed to creep by so slowly.
And i'm officially sick of toast.
And it's amazing how quickly one gets over things. And i'm not necessarily talking about the flu.
At the apex of your apparent dependance on someoneor maybe the thought of someoneyou feel as though you cant do anything without their approval. Without their consent.
And you feel untouchable at the same time.
I guess freedom is slavery, after all.
You have an irrational need for them in your life. You cant imagine going thru anything without them being with you.
You feel as though they are the reason for so much that's in your life.
Then you realize that your existence doenst BEGIN OR END with them.
And you get over it.
Because you have other things to define your life with.
More important things.
It's the fuckit gameeveryone play along!
Heh. Anyone know that Mark Margolis (the dude that played Antonio Nappa on OZ and Sol in PI) was in a porno? It was Opening Misty Beethoven from the 70's. He played a passenger on a plane. He didnt get it on with anyone or anything. He was just sitting there and stuff.
Man made women need not apply.
"and i'm a black rainbow and i'm an ape of god
i got a face that's made for doing violence upon
i'm a teen distortion, survived abortion
a rebel from the waist down
i wanna thank you mom, i wanna thank you dad
for bringing this fucking world to a bitter end
i never really hated a one true god
but the god of the people i hated
you said you wanted evolution, the ape was a great big hit
you say you want a revolution, man, and i say that you're full of shit"
I need a new mouse. one of the laser type ones. this roll-ball shit aint shit. it's older than...well...old.
Spraying liquid-hell out of yr ass is the worst thingever!
And here's a question no one should ever have to ask themselves: When you're going thru the whole 'liquid-hell' thing, where do you vomit?
The waste basket? Do you really wanna clean THAT out?
The toilet? When you have no time to flush the waste already collected? Do you really wanna risk ass splash-back? And when you're all clinched, doubled over, and vomiting, do you really wanna worry about shitting on yrself?
The sink? If the vomit comes with any force, it'll pull a Tony Hawk and jump the side, spray on the wall, the floorthe ceiling? Any solid matter will surely clog the draindo you feel like cleaning it?
Then there's the bathtub; big and deep and clean and white and inviting. The choice is clear, atleast it was to me.
But i forgot the anti-slip mat that's suction-cupped to the bottom. And that's a stomach content filter if i ever saw one.
That's a ten minute cleanup, if you're thorough.
Humiliation and compromise are two pillars of any good sickness.
And if being cold, dizzy, achy, nauseous, and spraying demon-semen from one's bowels wasnt bad enough, i have to have straight fucked up dreams that turn into brief hallucinatory crises every time i wake uproughly every hour or so, seeing as though i was shivery, achy jointed and afraid of dehydration.
So my fucked up dream about collecting two hugeHUUUUUUUGE ice cubes turns into me waking up, thinking the dogs are loose and trying to eat said ice cubes. I get dressed and am about to walk outside before i realize it was a dream.
Going back to sleep, i surely do kick those dogs' asses.
Then i think the cubes are melting and wake up and drink a lot of water in order to keep them frozen.
Because this makes sense.
And it doesnt add undue stress to my already aching belly.
Then there was the thing about Hasidic Jews trying to take the cubes and make them into Dradles....er...
And this goes on for 17 hours. I've never slept so long in my life.
I get up to go to work and i'm so weak. I havent eaten anything in over 24 hours, i'm only drinking water. By now, i've either shat or sweat most of that out.
So i call my boss and tell him i wont be in. I call the main office as well and get a lecture about calling so close to the time i need to be in.
I spend the next 9 hours or so laying on my couch, sweating, drinking Sprite, and watching the time go by. Slowly.
Time has never seemed to creep by so slowly.
And i'm officially sick of toast.
And it's amazing how quickly one gets over things. And i'm not necessarily talking about the flu.
At the apex of your apparent dependance on someoneor maybe the thought of someoneyou feel as though you cant do anything without their approval. Without their consent.
And you feel untouchable at the same time.
I guess freedom is slavery, after all.
You have an irrational need for them in your life. You cant imagine going thru anything without them being with you.
You feel as though they are the reason for so much that's in your life.
Then you realize that your existence doenst BEGIN OR END with them.
And you get over it.
Because you have other things to define your life with.
More important things.
It's the fuckit gameeveryone play along!
Heh. Anyone know that Mark Margolis (the dude that played Antonio Nappa on OZ and Sol in PI) was in a porno? It was Opening Misty Beethoven from the 70's. He played a passenger on a plane. He didnt get it on with anyone or anything. He was just sitting there and stuff.
Man made women need not apply.
"and i'm a black rainbow and i'm an ape of god
i got a face that's made for doing violence upon
i'm a teen distortion, survived abortion
a rebel from the waist down
i wanna thank you mom, i wanna thank you dad
for bringing this fucking world to a bitter end
i never really hated a one true god
but the god of the people i hated
you said you wanted evolution, the ape was a great big hit
you say you want a revolution, man, and i say that you're full of shit"
I need a new mouse. one of the laser type ones. this roll-ball shit aint shit. it's older than...well...old.
When you feel that release of that trembling butt grease, diarrhea diarrhea,
When you feel you a stutter, and you feel that butt butter, it's diarrhea diarrhea..
When your sliding into first and you feel a sudden burst,diarrhea , diarrhea...
Doom, Doom Doom...
Thanks so much for the nice comments that you left on my set. I really appreciate it.