i suppose this is a poor attempt at re-living the days of deadjournal via zee blogger format. therefore, the range of what appears in here will likely be quite limited to less than witty bullshit carrying-on (YOUR favorite). i will try and spice that up (unlikely).
long, heat ridden days spent in a concrete basement (excellent dwelling during my hallucinated intruder protcols) lead me to believe that whatever part of my brain that was functioning before they extracted 4 teeth from my head is long gonzo now. everything kinda just dwindled downwards after my love/hate relationship with the percocets ended. wow, dramatica! really though, i havent had any major thought processes since mid-May, and now here i am talking to myself. (im a good gut spiller if you give me the time).
perhaps this isnt the place for such?
back to hanging out in the basement though. REALLY? $8.66/h to try and keep myself entertained for 8 hours? of course this also includes understanding for the first time office culture (lack thereof) and discussing med school options with keener bastards.
im finding bukowski's "post office" a compassionate read of honesty and zero pretention, just guts. !! i loveeee gutssssss.
something insightful you say? bloggerific? je suis toast. try me again in september.
meanwhile, the haunting, and now omnipresent imagery of Dennis Hopper in Blue Velvet inhaling nitrous oxcide will consume the better part of my inactive brain for LIFE.
HIT MEEEEE
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imma name my weiner dog or my first born child chinaski f'real.
now it's my turn to stalk you miss tea
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