Monday, February 23, 2009

My head is exploding and my hand is a krypt.

Sam I am. I do not like green eggs and ham.
Sam I am not. My surname is Sir Lesbot.
I can't breathe you in too deep
I'm sure if I do, I might just sink.
I wish that I could, because then I could stop.
STOP.
And everything would be perfectly benign and dormant.
I hate the weather. I hate the plants. I hate the trees.
I hate the ants that crawled in through the cracks of his mind.
With the spiders that infested his head with thoughts that could not be unthought.
Where is my mind? Where is his mind? Where are everybodies minds?
London bridge. Brooklyn Bridge. Golden Gate, Garden State.
DKZ and Chuck E. Cheese.
Dot dot not. space. dash dot dash dash dot.
SPIDER MONKEY
breatheinbreatheoutbreatheinbreatheout
SHOUT SHOUT LET IT ALL OUT
The sun never sets on the british empire.
There's three ways to solve.
domain kingdom phylum class order family species.
The most moving part was when Iglek was playing Beethoven's concerto (which I bet was the 5th). Then moments later, when Eliezer woke, Iglek and the violin were dead.
dead dead dead!
D.E`A-D!


i promise i'm okay.

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