isadora

i heard it's cold out
but her popsicle melts
she's in the bathroom
she pleasures herself
says i'm a bad man
she's locking me out
it's cos of these things
it's cos of these things

i got mad at the mausoleum i've been working on. it is 90% done but i'm not happy with it. eh. i never am.

so i said fuck it, and i started working on a hollow-form ring. it's my first piece entirely in silver. i'm excited. here, i shall puntuationally demonstrate my excitement: !!! . i'd be more excited though if i hadn't used almost all of my $40 worth of silver on it. damn precious metals. why must you be so precious?

eating < buying silver < cigarettes = sad.

you know, you'd think with all the child slave labor used to mine the silver, it'd be cheaper.

i want to make lots and lots of poison rings, and fill them with smoke and mirrors.

i want to detoxify my body, starting with the colon, kidneys and liver, and ending right before the lungs.

i am already in the process of detoxifying my mind.

fun fact: if for some reason i ever needed an MRI, i wouldn't be able to get one. this is because the machines use very strong magnetic fields, and my body is quite likely full of metal dust. the magnets would physically pull bits and pieces of metal out of my lungs, stomach, from behind my eyeballs... it would be bad,