Bad things are happening all around

It's 11:30 PM and for some strange reason terrable things seem to jump out at me like my shadow from time to time.

There's weird vibrations all around, why is this?
why is it that my brain is about to crumble like a bad foundation? maybe it's because of all the bad noise thats seeping in streaching it like a rubberband about to snap and come back at me, I cant help but feal like something truley horrifying is about to happen, so terrable that my brain refuses to aknowlage it, as if when i glance down im going to see my dead grandmother crawling up my leg with a knife in her teeth.

Bear with me and try to understand my rambleing, try to vissulise how hard it is for me to think straight right now when my spinal cord refuses to comunicate with my brain, when the mind recoils in horror at the thought of me shutting it out.

I supose ive taken up enough of you time for now, I just felt like saying some weird random shit to somebody and i thought of crazypellas because nobody else realy apriciates the fine art of weirdness like you.

wow..we're taht wierd?

ummmm i guess

"hi kids, do you like violence? wanna see me stick 9 inch nails through each one of my eyelids? TRY CID... get fucked up more than my life is..."

sounds like your havin a grand ol' time... be careful with it...

i undersatnd how you mean, david. For, my friend, I too have felt the cold touch of the reapers hand as the shadows sank upon me whilst enjoying a nice cold glass of my own urine, and as the tocuh fell on my skin i remembered "oh my dear sweet mother of god, i left the microwave on"
and that was how i won three hundred free meals at the garbage behind safeway, half of an egg roll, an almost full plate of lo mein, a wadded up napkin wit the taste of a woman on it. Yes i have lived like a king, but as i fell to my untimely death i thought if but for an instant, "rhaspberries, i have finaly lost my cool, this time would come, i had always knew it, just didnt understand, in what way my reign of terror would end" but as the concreate wrapped around my head ever so gently, i thought of nothing but bliss. I guess in the end, we all or maybe just myself, will understand the meaning of the words, "fuck me up the mokey ass" and will all be happy. my friend your words mean very little to me, like barbra streisands vagina, i could give a fuck less, i have found my once hindered fire of life and have murdered it with a plundger to the adams apple. You might have thought, if but for a millisecond, you had seen weird, no my friend i have seen weird, and wrong and ugly, and have persavered throughout all. When i am withered and cold on my last night in my last hour, i will tell you my weird adventures, but through out it all, it never got weir enough for me,the time i witnessed three thousand uncleaned, ravenous, whoretown hippies waddling through my street, that night i dreamed of a world less frightening and it still shoked me in a way that only a child being dragged away by a rabbid pack of oversized fire ants could, but all in all im having a sandwitch bye bye friend

wow... lol


explainations are needed bro, either I smoke to much weed, or I drink to much beer, cause im lost homes