The little dæmon on my shoulder won’t stop disgorging its relentless assault of blasphemies and condemnations. Its mouth has turned into an ever-spewing bilge that sources itself from the most rancid bowel of any ship ever sailed. It really is slowly driving me mad. Not in a silly, I-want-to-be-popular-and-trendy mad. But the real, I-have-no-consideration-for-human-life-and-I’m-not-at-all-worried-about-getting-caught mad. Plus, I haven’t seen my angel for quite some time. I think it died, along with my morality and any kindness I had left to direct me away from becoming an emotionless destroyer. Poor little bastard. He told some funny jokes. ...Stop saying that. Yes, that was another stupid little diddy my brain does when I get a pencil or keyboard near me. Somebody call me and hang out at the coffeeshop with me. I want to meet new people and I mean a shitload of them.
~-=Quote Of The Day=-~ "Castles in the air - they are so easy to take refuge in. And so easy to build, too." --Henrik Ibsen (1828 - 1906), "The Master builder", 1892, act 3
Comforting to see you have such good company.
But why bother, let´s go, at least we´ll always have someone to talk to.
I was suprised to see that you updated. Normally I get a huge letdown when I come here.
And if only I lived closer... I would join you at the coffeeshop and we could meet tons of new people together and then I wouldn't have to wait for new entries to spice up my life. :-)
party on!
party on!
cheers, my love.
do you like that, i wrote it my self. your sense of humor is very humoring.
i'll fly out of PA today to get to that coffee shop