So like right uhm... First I was like sippin caddy Margaritas by the ocean and I guess we got some sort of bright idea to head on out of paradise for a quick slip into hell we rolled the die. We drove through them mountains my heart just like beating beets freaking beatnut freakers wild waves of rocks neva stoppin...panic picnic. That's about the time the rain started pouring down dogs and cats and on my doggy cat you see. Sure sure I screamed out a yelp and said "never no more" but I kept on keepin on.

The lightning bolted the wind blew and we were promised a tornadoandthree storms met where I stood- but in the least the road became flat and fast fast like my car was at one time but well....now she's got no go but we went any way sure enough to say blind and blurry that's how it goes for hours.

I woke up in someplace like home only it wasn't my home cuz all the soldiers are dead and gone and everyone else (save for my goths) is running around chock full of adrenaline and soundin like they got colds. Least to say it got old and the guilt always bothers and brothers what about the mother and the father and the

holy ghost. ya'll know it's FUICKING WHITE THERE?!?!

so we gave it all up-that crazy as place left it in dust and went for them apples.
sauces. sauced. saucers. yeah I guess it was better cuz we thought we were barbarians controlling traffic and ending in cheesecake. and rum. Everything should end in cheesecake and rum.

and then. and then we stopped back into hell.
hah you din know. ha! ha! (suckers!)

and now....

we're hiding out and laying low after a thick hot night with the moon stuck to my moons over my hammies and I'm covered in fur and sweat and stick and rain and sleeplessness. Someone had a cute idea to open up a cafe that brewed by the cup...only...not to fucking day. I needed it yesterday. last year. last century.

pirates vs ninjas.
last night I got a sneak attack from above.
four paws in all the plexus-ez about a hunerd pounds of paws clad in black tipped in white sneaking through the night.

i realize the adjectives lack. alot. but I got some fucking hippy looking for all them fucking hippy's and I guess you know what it means.

i don't hVE TIME TO MAKE IT PRETTY HERE.

love.

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state of psychosis: grumpy