Thursday, 21 February 2008
this is what i would type on DRUNK* right now if i was typing things on DRUNK:
MY LEGS FEEL LIKE
12 pt. TIMES NEW ROMAN
THEY ARE ITALICISED
AND CURLING AROUND EACH OTHER
I WENT OUT FOR DINNER THIS EVENING
IN A PLACE WITH
A DEER HEAD ON THE WALL
I TOUCHED THE FACE OF THE DEER HEAD
AND LOOKED IN ITS FAKE EYES
AND WONDERED IF IT WAS FILLED WITH SAND
OH LORD
I WANT A KITTEN
NEXT CHRISTMAS
PLEASE MAKE THAT HAPPEN
*DRUNK is this thing by the way
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You went to negresco. I WENT ON A TEAM NIGHT OUT. I AM DRUNK. IN YOUR FACE KILLEN.
i did. did you also touch the face of the deer head? were you there this evening? why didn't you speak to me?
I wasn't there this evening. You didn't invite me. I was crying alone in a room. There was no one with me. I am alone. I am in the pain of solitude. I had a recurring dream about people making me do stand up comedy. I wet the bed. My bed is papier mache. I made it into a face of a deer and had sex with it.
i am inviting you now: come with me to negresco tonight, about five hours ago. it will be fun. please come.
This is like some kind of cruel cruel joke. I have never felt more rejected. I am going to microwave some metal and then burn my hand with it.
post a thing on sex therapy. stop whingeing. 'let it go'.
i would go. you wouldn't even have to invite me.
hey i just cut and pasted this into DRUNK. we pay in hope. so fuck you.
awesome. someone should send you a drunk invite. i don't know if kendra's in charge of that or what.
i am in charge. i approve greatly. much awesomeness.
DRUNK.
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