...smoking MY last cigarette. Damn mooch. Oh well, I needed to quit anyway.
I just wanna know one thing. Is everyone's life right now as bizarre as mine is? Am I the unbeknownst writer-director in this play called life, with characters I've created in my own mind?
Perhaps. Perception is reality. Reality is perception. Is there a difference between those two?
Ah shit, it's curfew, so I better quit pontificating with the sky and get back to bed. I don't need any more electro-shock treatments tonight. Although they do kinda give you a good buzz.
Kinda like a damn good rock hard concert. Or stock car races.
Off to tantric dreamland...
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13 DAYS SINCE YOU BLOGGED. FUCKING WRITE AND FUCKING DO IT WRITE NOW.
Ah you punster you! I'm writing damnit. I'm just not sharing it online. I've been holed up in the woods dancing nekkid with the tree nymphs. Because I'm one of those "be naked" types. And they don't have internet. I escaped momentarily because we had a cold snap... Damn that Demeter- guess she's been having drunken trysts with Dionysius again.
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