gnarled notes from a lonesome stoner.
the last few moments of my existence have been caked in cheap peanut grease and twisted suntan lines. summer's rearing it's fiendishly ugly head right around the corner, and now i seem to be trapped between two unpromising choices in living arrangements... sigh, let me reiterate...
4/20
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4/23
christ im stoned. no more to say, except that ren and stimpy really did have it's funny moments.
4/25
the past few days of living in unhinged solitude have left me with a deep craving to live alone that's not unlike a heroin junkie deadbolted in a barren white room with nothing more than network tv and a five gallon jug of water. living expenses are thru the roof, while quality of life itself, is at a menacing low. times are tricky, sparse party animals crash my love shack in unholy intervals, occasional acid trip journeys thru city streets have lost it's tangibly innocent charm, it's all become some devious merry-go-round of drugs, sex, and mountain dew.
4/26
getting ready to throw the bar-b-q of the likes this rotten apartment complex has never seen. full rack of pristine beef ribs, a magnum of flavored vodkas, piping hot jacuzzi, and a handful of naturally uninhibited ladies... ah, yes sir. it's all i need to make this damned animal fly. the place is getting ranked and dank, like the stale hollowed-out tobacco paper of a cigar that spent one too many years on the convienience store shelf. too many high-life bottles, condom wrappers, weed stems, and all that shit. christ, if i do decide to move in with o'neal, it's going to be a perpetual nonstop lewd orgy of parties that overlap one another like pancake batter spreading on a hot greased skillet. shit. time is running short, gotta gather the ingreadients to this crude funk brew.
i gotta find a new place to rest my bones, before they all break in two.
r.