if you post on the last of the killing man's game you don't have to stop with the ultimate beginning of the my most memorable beginning on the last day of march because he had a sprinkler system because chook choook chook not the kid that goes up and down but if you have one of those you ( Read more... )

i could hear it grinding behind me. every once in a while a new blood vein would open and i could hear it chirp in pain, thrash around terporairily until it either disolved the rock salt with it's internal juices or simply adjusted to the pain. I made the dumb yet constantly repeated mistake of turning around to check on the small squid. it ( Read more... )

i was worried but neal and jenny and chris and ala all rfeally like each other. cooooooooooooooool1

i'm just gonna drink and watch yo gabba gabba videos until ala gets back.

last night chris and neal were joking about how i never solve problems, i just learn to live with them. i guess i always thought of myself as a pretty adaptable person, so most of the time that's true. no hot water? that's cool, i'll just plan ahead and boil some cold. my door doesn't latch? fine, i'll just jam this piece of wood in the way. this ( Read more... )

ok, cool. tomorrow's new years. so it's time for that most magical of all posts, the fleetingly retrospective new years recap. these things are always a little weird for me. most people use livejournal as a way of documenting stuff that's going on in their lives. i've always used it more as a way of documenting what's happening inside my head, ( Read more... )

neal had started on the substances years ago ( Read more... )

chris sat playing the organ over my still twitching body. something in my nervous system refused to die, sending short spazems through my legs, causing them to twitch in a most undignified way. chris was getting really into a doors esque improvization on electric organ, then switched suddenly over to a sharp electric piano, then to a chime set. he' ( Read more... )

Things were starting to go a little hazey, a word that's annoying to use because firefox doesn't recognize it. A large pool of blood was developing under my head, which wouldn't have been so bad if freudian psychoanalysts didn't keep bringing patents in to ask them what the stain looked like. nine out of ten times they would say "a butterfly." the ( Read more... )

I was sitting in chris' living room, the two of us listening to the betamax mix troy had made us the day before. it had mystified us when we first put it on, since we'd been told it was a copy of radiohead's in rainbows when infact it seemed to be a mix constructed simply by trading off odd and even tracks between Merzbow's 1930 and the Bryan Adams ( Read more... )