magical thinking and a good pummel
2002-08-11 ~ 4:56 a.m.

i am running low on patience...

in general.

and if i see one more fucking flashing banner i am going to pummel someone.

don't be fooled by the fact that i have tits and tend to wear a frozen smile.

i would have enjoyed pummelling the chicken dancing woman at the show tonight...not to mention the little blonde with the spring loaded hips.

what is with these fucked fools who can't dance (regardless) but try to dance to slobberbone?

eyaahaa....give me a wall...give me a mirror...give me a pole....what the fuck ever and you....and music that moves the blood....

and then, after that, i will pummel them all!

pummel....what a fucking lovely word.

pummel, fuck and bastards...i have a groovy vocabulary.

i figure most everyone there is drinking my booze...so i figure i might as well drink some of my scotch. being left out is a thorn in my side, especially involving drinkage.

the lips are tingly from the celexa withdrawals...but i imagine i can manage.

the toad boys are singing about dams breaking and i am trying to figure out the pictures in my head.

there is a communion table...simple design, but solid. standard phrasing on it...with a new twist. velvet drop cloth, red. a pair of chalices, silver and heavy. but where the bread should be is a book...a big book. pearl colored...with true parchment paper. the writing is sure and steady. perfected, yet still scrawled. i can watch the pages turn like watching a movie. i can even pause and zoom should i want to. but i don't need to. i know the whole thing. but i am afraid to try to make the characters.

i know what they are...tis why i sent you the link about the surname.

though there is a decidedly 'gaelic' element, as i am refusing to do this with anything other than a nice calligraphy pen? who shall ever know?

rawr

well here then...

i kept writing that f over and over...and wouldn't go past it...stupid red pen.

excuses? bah!

i need another drink...and i might just actually smoke some of this. i just feel bad...it's not mine. can't help it...nope. tis me.

and fraggles to anyone who can make sense of any of this here magical thinking.

*fang flash*

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