Wednesday, December 22, 2004
this is what happens when you are friends with me:
"Sometimes I dream of Sasha, and it always begins nicely, we're making out in a bed of soft fluffy puppies while midgets hurl the most delicious candies in the world at us and God keeps tickling us (and let me tell you, when God tickles you it's fucking awesome) and everything is pastel and a chorus of beautiful people sings hymns about our superiority to all of them combined and there is some sort of milkshake faucet that reads your mind so you always get exactly what you want, but then for no reason at all everything changes and our skin turns to asphalt and the intense, all-encompassing pain begins and of course our genitals get chopped right off and our blood sprays everywhere and catches on fire and millions of bugs start chewing on our feet and it rains barbed wire and these fat ogre things start jumping up and down on top of us and Satan starts showing us pictures of our family and friends all cut up and molested by these creepy bat-human-cyborg thingies and being really unsympathetic about the whole ordeal, which is probably what hurts the most, y'know?
email me you twit."
"Sometimes I dream of Sasha, and it always begins nicely, we're making out in a bed of soft fluffy puppies while midgets hurl the most delicious candies in the world at us and God keeps tickling us (and let me tell you, when God tickles you it's fucking awesome) and everything is pastel and a chorus of beautiful people sings hymns about our superiority to all of them combined and there is some sort of milkshake faucet that reads your mind so you always get exactly what you want, but then for no reason at all everything changes and our skin turns to asphalt and the intense, all-encompassing pain begins and of course our genitals get chopped right off and our blood sprays everywhere and catches on fire and millions of bugs start chewing on our feet and it rains barbed wire and these fat ogre things start jumping up and down on top of us and Satan starts showing us pictures of our family and friends all cut up and molested by these creepy bat-human-cyborg thingies and being really unsympathetic about the whole ordeal, which is probably what hurts the most, y'know?
email me you twit."
