curbdrop out of grace

ch. 3 massage chair and drugs 1.14

i woke up this morning unsure where i was or what i had been doing. head full of fog and looking around, yes this did seem familar. but oh, eyes refocusing as the brain became aware once again of the nearsidedness.

got up and i went over to the desk, where i immediately took a load. choked so hard the snot filled the nostrals as throat gasped for death. for mercy, kill me now.

and then there it was. the breakfast of champions.

i flipped open the laptop and awoke it from hibernation. headphones on, itunes open and come together, right now over me.

the bass thumping slapping the neurons with estasy. this would be an overrated song to the conservative, but not to us indie-rock-hipsters who hate jesus and madonna's acting career (note you probably thought i meant the singer madonna and not the real but yes, i did in fact mean the real).

there's something about her that i don't believe and there's something in her smile that makes me want to leave her now. this is the kind of style i pull from listening to greats. this was an inside joke to myself (on the inside).

the sunkist, so bright with these hazy eyes looks tempting like apples. who wouldn't have eaten the apple? apples are so delicious and surely, enough those in the garden get lips hunger.

it's like laser beams. it's like star wars in my head. the guitar just cuts with precision on a mission to implode your mind. oh my god how am i going to function even tonite?

it's not nite, note it's 5pm central time. there's a vaccumm dirrectly in front of the tv broadcasting spam to the soul. and who cares. there is a reminder to myself to put away shit when i'm done. and i am done with the vaccumm.

so i'm not certain whether or not i spelled vaccuum correctly because really, i don't know nor care to open up the spell check. spell check should be upgraded somehow to mind check which knows exactly what you are thinking and how you would word it and just shoot it down into 2d on text. yes, characters are 2d.

not to be confused with the size or rosanne arnold's breasts. those are 2dds.

and i just want to find one to kill. it would be so satisfying that i think i could hibernate again for so oh oh oh long.

i want a cigarette too. not two cigarettest too. should i stay or should i go?

posted by fillshe @ 6:02 PM