oh what an insane spectrum! what colorful pitch-drip. what rambunctious opium flowing through my sanity. one-in-the-same symbiot. covering my skin up liquid metal style. it's so tense and chilled outside. exhaust is rollin' throughout the trees like fog. time to write out the plot.

thanks to you, miss bradshaw, i bought my first pack of marlboro lights in over a year today. it had been a total mental drought. cracking-adobe-mud-skull. i have that deep fear of car accidents, happening to me or anyone i know. especially after swerving through busy southern california freeway 210 to los angeles, flipping on the side of the road. paranoia overload. ready to get over this! i'm glad friends are alright, though, aside from a few minorly-chipped teeth, backaches, and minor glass cuts.