And so 2002 ends. All I can say good about it is that at least it didn’t create any brand-new gaping wounds in my mind. Whee. It’s over!
Everyone go get drunk.
Meow. Kitties are nocturnal. That means that I am awake during the dark times. I like to be awake during the dark times, because bright things hurt me and are bright. However, peoples sleep while I am awake so the life of a Kitties is lonely. Won’t you be my friend? Is anyone awake out there? Meow?
Discard.
Sickness.
Helpless.
Futile.
Failure.
Mountain.
Well, it’s been weird. Graeme’s dealing with some shit and to be quite honest, I’m not doing too well myself. While Graeme knows for a fact that he’ll get better (let’s hope for those few that might actually still visit the page anymore) I have no idea about myself. Only time will tell. If you notice after a few months that you haven’t heard from me….well you know what will have happened.
You’re out of luck can’t get a piece of me
It’s all blown up don’t ever fuck with me
I cannot please you all forever
I cannot please you at all
(I can feel you coming up behind me)
Fuck it! I see you in me
Fuck it! I feel you in me
Fuck it! I’ll heal you in me
[Won't you be glad when The Jux Entente is back to it's funny normal self?]
Bring it on. See how you like a needle in your spine.
CrossedReality: I’m going ravingly insane.
CrossedReality: And dying.
Laurie: i can’t even think anymore
CrossedReality: Oooh, can I trade?
Laurie: or breathe
CrossedReality: Not being able to think would rule.
Laurie be’s fun!
Feature up. Of a sorts. This is CR, signing off. For now.
Full screen movies, like the metric system and Jesus, are the tools of the devil.
