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robinbloke) wrote2001-12-30 12:48 am
robinbloke) wrote2001-12-30 12:48 am
Brain stimulants
Fact no.1 for 00:48 30 December 2001.
I am drunk.
Fact no.2 for 00:48 30 Decmber 2001.
I have intense chocolate cravings.
Am I an addict?
Do I care?
Life is a drug and I want more, as a great man once said "I want more life f**ker." and dammit I do, I want to scoot the weebles of the wossname of the thingy in the time of the passing of the flight of the curve of the sign of the song in the tune of the rhyme in the feeling of the sense with the thoughts of the taste of the shiver of the crash of the pain of the blink of the click of the ticking of the thumping of the last beats of my heart dammit.
What the hell that means I have no idea. And I have just used the word F**k more times that I generally do.
Hmm, why not. Okey. Duck and cover, I'm going to make a brief statement now... if you have sensitive vegetables please cover their eyes and tell them to come back after the 9:00 watershed, erm, or before it.
Fuck.
Wee, what exhileration, I typed four characters and then pressed enter.
Life doesn't get more exciting than this, erm, well frankly it does, but and the moment I'm utterly skulled on half a bottle of vodka and I need something to keep my fingers busy as my brain crawls through various fuzzy sensations as I stare at a stream of electrons hurling themselves sucidially against the front end of a CRT.
THE ELECTRONS DIED FOR YOU!
Pity those poor beasties, alone in their little electron world, trapped with there day to day job of hurling themselves in order to make a micron of a flicker of a line as the screen hums in front of your face.
I am drunk, I may have mentioned this previously in the times suppliment.
Buy now, pay later.
Thats alcohol for you.
But thats what I did, I bought then, I sunk my feelings in for that moment and now I'm paying later, no more moments, just memories, and they won't go away.
Nor do I want them to, I just want the negative to go, but that is part of the all.
Future hope keeps me hanging there like the twine of a hangmans noose, maybe I'll actually understand what I'm talking about here later, but right now it's a distraction and maybe just a few characters for you to read and look at and say "Hmmm, yep he's drunk again and writing a whole load of arse"
Well if I am, which I most certainly may be, save for the random spirals of thought that surface and make me type something here
And that was it.
The moment ended and the music is all that holds my thoughts.
Tears in the rain again, always those tears.
I am drunk.
Fact no.2 for 00:48 30 Decmber 2001.
I have intense chocolate cravings.
Am I an addict?
Do I care?
Life is a drug and I want more, as a great man once said "I want more life f**ker." and dammit I do, I want to scoot the weebles of the wossname of the thingy in the time of the passing of the flight of the curve of the sign of the song in the tune of the rhyme in the feeling of the sense with the thoughts of the taste of the shiver of the crash of the pain of the blink of the click of the ticking of the thumping of the last beats of my heart dammit.
What the hell that means I have no idea. And I have just used the word F**k more times that I generally do.
Hmm, why not. Okey. Duck and cover, I'm going to make a brief statement now... if you have sensitive vegetables please cover their eyes and tell them to come back after the 9:00 watershed, erm, or before it.
Fuck.
Wee, what exhileration, I typed four characters and then pressed enter.
Life doesn't get more exciting than this, erm, well frankly it does, but and the moment I'm utterly skulled on half a bottle of vodka and I need something to keep my fingers busy as my brain crawls through various fuzzy sensations as I stare at a stream of electrons hurling themselves sucidially against the front end of a CRT.
THE ELECTRONS DIED FOR YOU!
Pity those poor beasties, alone in their little electron world, trapped with there day to day job of hurling themselves in order to make a micron of a flicker of a line as the screen hums in front of your face.
I am drunk, I may have mentioned this previously in the times suppliment.
Buy now, pay later.
Thats alcohol for you.
But thats what I did, I bought then, I sunk my feelings in for that moment and now I'm paying later, no more moments, just memories, and they won't go away.
Nor do I want them to, I just want the negative to go, but that is part of the all.
Future hope keeps me hanging there like the twine of a hangmans noose, maybe I'll actually understand what I'm talking about here later, but right now it's a distraction and maybe just a few characters for you to read and look at and say "Hmmm, yep he's drunk again and writing a whole load of arse"
Well if I am, which I most certainly may be, save for the random spirals of thought that surface and make me type something here
And that was it.
The moment ended and the music is all that holds my thoughts.
Tears in the rain again, always those tears.