cheerioed

fill to the brim with vial crazy sexy nasty out of control depressed because I am EXACTLY where I am kind of sweet flower rooms a fucking mess sort of day.  and I like wish it was always never here.  now the headbanging logic says, you are completely normal, like those people who do whateer they can why not, the low down dirty rattier you get the fresh lovely with them got a job you arrive.

but that shit only works in the bat cave.  In the fink twins lair  twist the logic then light a match and the,  ohhh yah, then you got shit de jour (dig in!).  and it is deep.  wow ummmm yah,  really really deep.  its one of those you messed it up SO bad kind of deep that its all you can do to walk away, laugh and remind yourself how stupid that was and try to remember to never do THAT again.  difference is,  this is their “LIFE”  and I’m in it too.

says what?

I, lets see, I  wish I knew.  like to think my purpose in this ram shakle of a life in troy is to try and beat death to the finish.  strategy:  drop kick it into next week.  dosnt work in this dimmension.  I know I know, YOUR probably thinking “wow.  pitty.  I’m better.  EVERYONE knows its easy for me cause I can empathize!  So what is his problem?  I JUST DONT GET IT”

and you’d be right.  you are better than me.

and you’re right, you are specail healthy.  wink

and you are SOOOO right you can empathize with exactly what it is I’m going through.

now eat your cookie, and take you crap somplace else where you can do more good.

you want it?  you got it!  just remember when you can’t handle it,  that you asked for it.

love