- Though I maintain a casual pace, houses crumble as though being bulldozed when I push through them, easy as a hand through sand. #
- So far no living casualties, but I’m concerned about that old lady on her Rascal about to intersect with my path. #
- No time to mourn for the old woman, the woman whose flesh and bone came apart like soggy bologna as I walked through her. I press on. #
- @cunch That’s my kind of girl, one that painfully vomits out her own landscape. in reply to cunch #
- You’re pretty much no one if you haven’t watched ‘The Bad Seed’, recently or at all. Hilarious. Also, I can’t stand the shirts you wear. #
- Noticed a ‘CurseUearthboy’ on the opposing team in Call of Duty 4, recently. Imagining them in a gaudy GIR shirt made murdering them easier #
- Though 99% of you are strangers to me, I’d just like to say I appreciate those of you with humor enough not to respond like @alliemarie #
- One wonders how these types actually follow my nonsense to begin with if they don’t understand what it is I do and how. Theories? Anyone?! #
- This one in particular seems to think I am making those awful clothes myself and making a buck off of them at my awesome garage sales. #
- I love that image though: Me at my LOOM and sewing machine, angrily making neon garbage that pays my rent somehow. Weeping intermittently. #
- On a related note: Saw two discarded purple condoms in two completely disparate parts of the city. This means something. #
- @brendaboo No no. I am always pissing ON them, Brendoo, but not out of spite. It’s a medical condition and you’re cruel to laugh about it. in reply to brendaboo #
- Everyone follow @cunch. She fucks My Little Ponies. #
- I’ve learned, the hard way, that life’s problems can’t be solved the way Dig Dug does it. It’s so much more awful and mentally scarring. #
- Wiped that pump clean of fingerprints, buried it, and walked away to, hopefully, a cleaner solution to my worries. #
- It is hard, going through all those motions, trying to emulate life without a murder-pump, “reasoning” with people verbally. It’s rough. #
- Suffering the infinitesimal indignities of vast in their variety and scale of one who goes through life pumpless. How do you all do this?? #
- suffering an extraneous “of” as well. It’s unbearable. The pump…it calls to me from its grave. #
- One hand covering my eyes in shame, the other fingering at my weird, smurf-looking costume. Like a telltale heart, the pump calls out. #
- In a diner, listening to two girls talk about shoes for an hour now. This is it. This is how it ends. I excuse myself to the restroom. #
- “You gonna do this?” I say to my tired face in the dirty mirror. One minute later, I step out, pump in hand, ready to DIG DUG the joint up #
- Left and right the people pop. It’s a cartoon massacre, but with very real consequences. “You’re dig’s been DUG.” I say. One guy groans. #
- I catch my use of “you’re” in the wrong way, but it’s too late, some anal bastard corrects me. They get pumped into oblivion like the rest. #
- The cops are called, but it’s too late, I vanish underneath it all. SUBTERRANEAN. I wait like charlie under the soil. #
- They follow into my labyrinth, watching their partners get crushed by stones, and still they follow. I dig deeper, dig? I’m amazing. #
- Goon Tower, people. Goon Tower. http://tinyurl.com/da4mor #
- Huh. My 360 is actually playing an internet radio station url from my itunes playlist. Who knew? #
- Huh. My 360’s sprinkling cheese on my pasta. Where the hell is this in the documentation? #
- Huhh…My 360’s sharpening a popsicle stick and asking me who my enemies are. #
- My 360 is sitting on my legs, making sure I don’t hurt myself in case of a seizure. #
QUESTION SLEEP
sit a spell, be gently shrieked at
