evidently diary of twatedness
i don't know, i never have done, and never will do
Im sorry if the writting is becoming very messy, its because im feeling extra emily (sextremely) hallucinagenatisederated right now. im seeing strobe lighting and i have got some kind of robotic pneumatic chrome endow skeleton doesnt want to. My face is pulsating and my vision is bubbling into my face from the centre like circles opening from out to intoward to outwards and i cant controll it but i think you can read this cant you? my vision is skimming or skipping frames so i can see in bubbling strobe vision and the whole of my eyesight makes it look so skippy. like in a strobe light. but my back is pulsating so its makin my body judder and look a bit like a paper by paper different colouring schemes with frames missing type animation.
ist really funky! and my associate Bellman Parker is also absolutly plaster baked but i dont think he sees what i see. last time felt like this i had 12 devalue hours it was good but he doesnt see the same and the had cuffed have been fixed. im starting to forget things, people. and my hand writting is changing but its not me controlling my handsand my vision is bettin thrown in to a hyper space speed so my vision keeps flying past me and then it comes back again. and forget trying to speak!! imagine if your quality of handwritting is equivilant to how well i can speak, so basically im fucked any way! and my vision is very moving to the sounds of the musik. i can keep jumping ahead of my self i can watch echos of myself so iam watchin my hand moving as it happened. to the shape of the music, this is so funky. but it pulsated into my spine and after every few seconds so that i can controll my hand. and every thing looks robotic.i can hardly talk today and cant writting but can trying. i should write a story or something, who would be calleed joe twat. nope. i think its really weird how oranges and weird shit like that. and some one has just broken into out rotter and might be doing some seriously dodgy shit to every thing, is administrating it. fucked if i know how, thats all right thought, because inspector bellman parker clueso is here to save the day, just like in the pink panther but without the......... Vernons experiance wonderland. good tune. Re-administerartion of rooter is eminence i think sounds a bit like any sing the a singing and makes people dance really fast like on laser shows but im not controlling my own movements like donny darko he sees a rabbit called frank but its the very show experiance. like toothpaste. i cant controll hand it does as it wishes but i dont know what chris is doing. its like inspector morse which means im the one with brown hair and two chins and weird lips, and were timothy. well it tries to do something else lik i dont know what im doing or saying or writting but at the same time i do but not like clueso. i think it was the Joolywock or the hoberjocky. and kid N play cry tears in a buckey ----> fuck it!!! And im working in the morning which is not nice, but it almost is. when you look into the holllow 3D gram you can seethe deepth in time like two seperate layers and that is how my screen looks when i try to veiw papers, i think im dancing while writting but i feel like im sat still. and it was a little bit over the top but i forgot she is so much like me. and she wants me so much and i think im licking her some too but i need to forgive it. i dont know what the fuck my hand is doing the microphone i doth phone my dear, but what i just said was amazing me somewhat. bear with me. bear! and nirvana and krut cobain. he was a nice guy. and the guy from Foo Fighters is cool, and the guy with the funky beard as well. dont work; slack!!
sick materialistic society
get each other not pregnant
it would be a good really good
what the fuck am i on about? i cant actually remember people about anythingm but pasta and bread are good. and then the tunnels arrive around me. near the yellow base and my head on a totem pole. but still dancing with the tunnels in my and when my arm moves like that i can controll the angle of my hand with my wrist and its like tha beat bar on winamp thingy with the zephyr song playing. it makes me very happopy i think and they then they have with me like the swan princess. and it speeds up and it slows down with the game timewr like a herb that you put on food. and the one of those seismic waves printers that tell people about earthquakes or about robot cops brain. i think ive lost the plot matey mate. like shrimp or salmon or tuna and i have some of the henry with me right here. so how is the whole cabbage patch thing coming on? like puzzle bobble with out the puzzle or the bobble or without it ever existing. anywhere. i dont think that it calls for it. carbrone.
i see you in the park and your always wearing dodgy blue, and with very curly writting which is getting very scriptive.hi and welcome to the inside of phils brain! watch the reddy pinkie squishie thing; thats just his brain!! now if you will try to follow me this way you'll read as it happens what stupid things hes thinking of when he did. what ever it is he had to do jim. just time. so thats why hes dead jim. hes dead. i aint no pool man. he said it would work out martha, but not but did but do. we need some black bird not to fuck to listen tp. not lauren hill; black bird, not lack space bird!! dick heads and slurping cereal at the same time is all he ever did when he ate a bannana. and miraculously become himself some more. like scooby doo was never any one else. i need you do beleive me baby im not the one im the same as i used to be, iam somewhere but i think i lost myself. some where inside myself with you by myself with us. when i see you. would it make you cry? i dont know why yet the angel said it would be ok, but my head its different than i thought i would know.
cash back hardtop kissing and vamooting. ooh Ahh! heavy glow. military sergeant good british hard man. but who knows where this is heading to. but you k now i didnt mean what u just said, tried to ogive you every ting you ever dreamed of, its feeling its weird. very oscube. texting peoples IQ's by timing them doing stupid questions full stop. i dont know i really am beside myself, no iam actually sat next to myself, i think. i am not here so if he asks tell him i couldnt have chosen better from a whole saler. i dont think of any way, iam not dancing herman. but it makes good the meeting without oasis bouncing all around like bunny not leggit. man hood. watch out when in the streets and housten we have a problem, it wont light or toke! listen einstein and carl young. but not like an amsterdam. dont interest. smeedle. smeedle? smeedles? the precious. get the precious. no i wont we work for the ring, no we work for ,master but dont look into the water. untill 6 in the morning. forget it. nice jugs. careful for the fugs, im perfectly lame watch out or the government research you cheeky swine, dont insight violence. shit in a tray looking ordinary. no good. but its rolled well and it was the cheshire cat in like jazz club... nice. but not like doctor who; what the fuck!? i said watch out for the geezers. they're well dodgy. what a way at the back and suddenly it was a whole new word like flodogramaticalpsychoaniliticaluteroaceespointbreakblankblonknoirblackcomedytypedvdvideocinematicsystem. which was a word i made up earlier. but has not been aded to the oxford yet. we will soon know with the streets and the chippy i asked for curry. and on the lady sang, and monty python was good. but it wasnt expecting this kind of responce, and then the mouse was quiet but i should text her. need to talk about a man called bod who has got a yorkshire terrier. i like the wine gerald. excelent kebab Marfred singh! and we drifted away into ther night and we felt alright. and i watched the world go by i sigh. the way you look tonight. what the hell is i doing with my life said your dads mums dads aunts brother with a dog
and there was no beer, there was only desert. and i had no car, i was only passing through, but the man sat behind me on the train wasnt too happy with the smell. and the cheeky lady; she wasnt as innocent ad you thought doctor watson. it wasnt so bad mind you i do prefer sun to rain. but prefer the sun when it is shining. and not raining. and the * dont want to focus right now but i think my hand is on turbo i cant hold my hand still and i dont like the food here prefer curry mate. and the oxford pass was denied. i should * more * *. dj, you look a bit away from yourself today - want to be further away? where it makes you happy to have me aroundwhile im down and i dont know if what we want is what she wants and i wonder if i am right. about the things i wish for the last few days in my dreams. is she the angel i heard last night she spoke huskily like a blessing with wings. but no church * like that being open is the key but should some things be said tonight or when the sun rises a while from now and i know it would be the way i like and want but i cant walk a thousand miles to do that. its not the way i imagined it while i was playing my piano and singing to the voice. and i liked how it sounded. and the music went low, and the tunes were calm. and if i could just see you. i dont know much about prosthetics but maybe one day i will learn. like the man who breaks / brakes too late at the red lights and curses his wife. he doesnt want to go and buy you some new clothes because i like the way i am but not the things i become when things get hard sometimes and some people i shouldnt have been close to and never did.