calm before the storm ·
16 June 04

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times….

Can I be more unoriginal? Well yes….

It’s been bizzarro world in Reality. I feel I’ve taken a cauldron full of drugs prepared by some 7 headed albino transgendered albino. My head feels as though it’s been shaken by some crazy bitch trying to find the last remnants of any pennies she may have left.

SON OF A GUN I THINK MY BRAIN IS MELTING!!! Although, this should come as no surprise, as when you rent a brain for not having one, you pretty much cannot rely on the reliability of rental equipment.

I never put the A in Art, but the F in Fart

I’ve seen a lot of weird people. There was a crazy bitch with her kid. She was fat, he was fat – it could be genetic, but perhaps it’s family tradition to die of heart disease. Get some exercise you cunts!

Christ I got so much work to do, and it’s making me dizzy in some senses. I am also exicted, anxious, but excited. When I am excitedly happy, my jaw locks, i feel the tension at the far corners of my face, just below the ear lobe ahead. It locks, it grinds, and tenses the muscles – I am in a nutcase mood today, and the party has only just begun!

The plan for tonight is to go insane, this will be induced by naturally, and legally bought items which are to be consumed.

Here is the E-mail I sent to my…accomplice, for want of a better word:

Subject: RE: listen well, for ears that bleed block out the noise To: “J >;)”

The plan, my learned colleague, is, as all plans, that of a drug induced intoxication of the mind. Through the process of extraction, consummation and ingestion, we will introduce narcotics to the blood stream which have been latent in their appearance of late.

Such a task requires many things. For example, the purpose of fungi induced intoxication will require a mechanical device with which to capture a history of the exposure. The mechanical device will have the ability to repeat motion, to repeat history and replay life as it was captured during those moments of dreamlike abuse.

The other form of record keeping will be to use a secondary mechanical device. One which is able to capture moments on a lesser scale, but this will be no longer than three minutes of a life, perhaps more. I cannot say, as I do not know.

I wish to propose the concept of ink, a canvas of some make, to either report upon our deluded minds, to correspond with each other psychically using ESP, as it is known in the world of ridiculous hierarchical regimes.

I feel I’ve taken a cauldron full of drugs prepared by some 7 headed transgender albino

Joy not fear. Happiness not sadness. Honesty not deceit. These are characteristics that are dually required by order of the increase of a pleasure likely to occur.

The verily town of ********* has the stems of hallucination within its realm, so said the Panda with the partner who has a coke habit – indeed always the real thing. Thus, I contemplate that, due to limited time availability, we are in a good position to purchase the power of the natural products which mother Earth has bestowed upon our doorstep. The trade will be done by myself, you will need to locate the premises, and advise me of my journey to the holy grail of dreams.

I will bring the magical devices to make account of the moments, and thus prepare them for the hands of those who wish to grasp it, via an electronic world.

The projected outcome of this monumental and historical event, that is for you, and a recollection of my past, that is for me, will be that of a culmination of both past, present and future melding together into a kaleidoscope of time and history – hypnotic in its appearance, powerful in its ability to form a reflection of who we really are, and cleansing in its realisation to help us better ourselves, and better help those misguided with the pathetic attempts at cohesion within an insane world.

To wit, TIZ GONNA PHAT BIATCH!

I expect to watch mind altering movies, alternate states of mental conditioning, induced psychosis (or at least an increase for my part, and this will only apply to me no doubt). I doubt my ability to be coherent in text will work, but I will try.

Artistic talent may come to the fore, though if you have seen my existing pieces of crap you’ll realise I never put the A in Art, but the F in Fart.

SO I bid thee farewell, for now, I must return to Reality, and in only a few egg timers, I will be escaping from it.

Hi to someone that I will never say hi to, that I will never get a chance to, that I will never have the balls to say to. Woo hoo!

Let the games of mental fragility begin!