tiMe is A Wasting...

no, seriously. are you?

i wish i had a double $ for everytime i thought of suicide. id be rich and alone. no longer just alone. what would i do with the money, u ask? [we all know money doesnt buy happiness, dont we, friends and neighbours?]

id get comfy. :1 munny doesnt produce happiness, but it can get you busy... :D u cannot buy friendship... i know, i know! get off my back! *aaarrghhh - the pressure* it burns, it burns!

how about these ppl who cut themselves to feel better? i personally, prefer the thought of anonymous copulation. a lot more pleasurable. more reason to wanna kill yourself! [ah - more whore-moans being utilised here...]

play my game...

i personally know the man from nantucket. there was some incident involving a bucket? *wahahahahaahaha*

the dementia isnt as bad on most days, doctor. really, it isnt.

lets talk about art. another practice which relies solely on perception. personal tastes, etc. i mean, how does one make that into a sort of career, unless you have oodles of charisma to compliment your artistic endeavours?? these are the thoughts that plague my eternally erratic mind... [or what historically should constitute as being my "mind"]

<you will always be my whore>

"should" -> now, there is a word that has no concerns when it comes to screwing up the masses. who decides what should and should not be the so-called "norm", anyway?

[remember now, young grasshoppers, there is no normal, like there is no spoon]

*cringe*

i digress.