It’s late as hell but I promised myself I would write something every night for the next three weeks if not the rest of my life. Well, you can’t do something every night forever, it’s just not feasible, but this will have to do. Master thesis shit is out for the nonce, just too whacked, too much time spent reading and haggling and drinking and internet surfing and lounging and etcetera.

Thinking about story ideas I had one today but damned if I can remember what it was. Maybe it will come to me later. It was good, I liked it, I think. Shit, this will have to do, I gotta hit the sack. Peace/aloha/alldatjazz.

I feel like I’m about to fucking explode.

Aaaannnnnd we’re back. It’s not so bad now. A little lighthearted banter with the tampa bay bantha rays and then it’s like I’m right as rain. Acid rain. Coursing through your brain on a journey of vital destruction. Nah.

So now it’s later. Not the candy. Ummm, yup. So, I’m listening to the satoshie tomie cd that I gotta come up with something on it, and the well seems dry but I’ll persevere, come up with something. I like it. It’s good. What more is there to say? It’s got beats, bells, whistles, the whole she-bang.

And I don’t HAVE to write something up, it’s like a goodness heart dillio, well, not really, I should, I really should, cuz I said I would. It’s like, you don’t have to feed the dog, but you said you would, well, that’s not really a valid comparison, now is it, you enjoy feeding the dog, cuz you enjoy the dog being alive, just like you enjoy writing cd reviews, cuz you enjoy getting free stuff, does that make sense?

I know. It doesn’t. this is just unpublishable. Cazart. That means like “holy shit, I might have known.” It’s like brazilian or some shit. An old HST reference. Did you know he WASN’T on drugs when he went through the whole fear & loathing Vegas thing? You’re not supposed to know that, he wanted it to seem like he was, but he wasn’t, at least not at that particular avenue. Other times, yah, stoned out of his gourd.

Jesus Christ almighty who gives a flying rat fuck fuck rat about this shit at all anyway.

Tha jurk storr called, stuff it up your ass, etcetera etcetera etceter fucking ah.