page six's Blurty

Subject:	anagnosis
Time:	11:07 am.

smudgy thumbs and forefingers, and nuts and bolts and holes and pieces, was books then people then drugs then ?, driver's test, door-to-door knife seller, and hills like white elephants, away with you Sean, condom handover, and masturbation instead of homework, and bus schedule, newly tightwaisted trousers, sombre outfit, xanax, and suicide (soda), grip the fluff and bear down.

so i walks up to the ticket seller and i says ((in a very kinda voice like my ::kkshhhh::)), "KUNG FU" and after, to she goes the hat man, the flower grew and reprogrammed the DNA. all my life i ate the ::raisins::, and still none enough. ::tattoo:: gots a blotches on it, where is the ink for more line tests? god bless america!

if i could just X then Y, and all would be Z. y=mx+b, discuss.

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Subject:	DXM
Time:	7:11 pm.

Ughhhhhh, I feel awful.

Dude, never take twenty of anything, ok? Even if it does only add up to 300 mg. My god.

I kinda liked the feeling that I wasn't me, though. I liked walking around on legs that weren't mine, saying things in a voice that wasn't mine, and generally not being normal for a couple hours.

Dude. I was fucked up.

I bought them after school and took them all at once, all twenty, each with 15 mg dextromethorphan. I thought they weren't working, weren't working, weren't working, so I stopped at the bookstore and read about orgasms for awhile and when I looked up I realized––they were indeed working. I started tripping like you wouldn't believe. People were staring because I couldn't walk in a straight line. It was great.

I also liked the part where I picked up my backpack and purse and binder and it all felt like I wasn't really picking up anything. I was a robot! A magic robot! Ahoy!

Although it is seven fifteen, I have a headache now and would like to go to bed.

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