  lovely retards mark my progress. i've crushed all the black tulips. they were the pink streaked ones. child-care painting left the paint to drip oh. i've detected a delirious smell in my insides like something out of a b-grade horror movie. stuffed peppers rot in the fridge. everyone's running on empty, shutting down the movie theatres, living on vodka and ice.
saturday (lie), there was a big snowstorm like the kind that imitates Nietzsche on his death bed. i've forgotten everything ER said. he's so normal that i can't understand him. caprice by paganini. elephants tracking dirt in the hallway. attempts to eat lettuce all day failing. coffee degenerates and craving for a dark one. let me write it down. for G-d's sake. smoke. 
