i scream at this cream

i pulled a dog tag out of the road tonight.
what of it?
what of it? did someone kill your pet? i did not. someone else might have, but not me, that's for sure. if someone did run over your Rover, they killed it pretty damn hard and tight. that thing is gone and dead in the asphalt. i doubt that this is what happened... but one never knows.
spam is not the same for one as it is for the other. i want to kill my mind. i made a pie out of my life. cherry berry unknown. eat it and die. here i am.... here i am in a mind fuck storm that has nothing and everything to do with my current  life. i want to listen to music of the bereaved and think of all the ailments that my computer has contracted and mull over all the ways in which i will never be there for anyone... including an inanimate object.

sometimes you turn your sad and lonely face toward me and i don't know what to tell you. i'm sorry for all the joy i have in my life that i force onto your sad existence. i really never wanted this for you... computer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHY!!!!!!!!????????????????????????????? the spam that i love is not the spam that you love. we fight over these things and it hurts me so. Stop turning a blank page to me... please! i beg of you... please stop your memory loss and your blindness... you are so old, yet so young.

okay so i think that if i smoke my drugs in a white pipe with a white lighter... i might just get away with the whole " i can't breath... this is my inhaler" tactic for smoking drugs in front of the idiocracy that is my every step in this stupid excuse for an existence.I dont know... i do know that i am getting really good at being brazen in public. ig, liv, and liv's current heart throb sat next to me while i smoked a bowl on Clinton and 26th in front of broder. this kind of behavior is rather common with me. what am i supposed to do! stay sober... hahaha no thanks. i would rather not do that. Stone Crusher would want his mommy to be happy... (steal that name, and i will be a stone crusher on your face and the face of whoever occupies the name i have for my un-born son!).

here and now i can't believe that i am here and now.

I picked up ig at a gas station really late last night. it wasn't a gas station, it was a plaid pantry. anyways, she keeps telling all these drooling boys that she is going to have a threesome with them. this is historical. and also very hysterical. i wish i could see the faces.

i am wearing a table cloth. ig is wearing a turban made of a shall. we are going to be lesbians and eat fish. sushi. we are going to eat ice cream cake with ro bo. we are humans. at the beach... tomorrow.