dear screaming all night diary,
i screamed all night long. "i hate you," i yelled over and over and over again. i guess he heard me loud and clear too, the unibomber asked me who i hated. i told him i had a headache and could not remember. could i really have been yelling that at him? i mean in my dream i was, but he wouldn't go back to grandma's house and i wasn't ready to leave. i dunno. sometimes i have it all figured out- and then- when it doesn't figure out to my liking- i want to act dumb. i don't hate the unibomber. i don't want to hate the unibomber. but sometimes it is hard not to. i reach out to the unibomber- he turns away. i quit reaching years ago. yet i find myself in need. he said, "no decent man would ever have me," and i met the big hero. with those words driving me- and stars in my eyes- i believed the city employees lies. now all i want is to smoke some pot. email the guy from peoria and see what he's got. but now i cant. BECAUSE I AM A TORN UP WHORE, AND I CAN NOT SMOKE FOR ALMOST TWO YEARS MORE. all because of a lying cuntface named karen, who egged her husbands motorcycle and is ok with sharing, her marital bed with every woman in town- but she punished one- me cuz i'm the clown. because i poked fun at the size of her man- and now OUR CITY WANTS TO PUNISH POOR INNOCENT STAN?
look, the moral of the story is simply this- keep a whore happy at home- she wont try to kiss- anyone else off her usual list, and then maybe nobody would ever need to 'make a fist.'
i screamed all night long. "i hate you," i yelled over and over and over again. i guess he heard me loud and clear too, the unibomber asked me who i hated. i told him i had a headache and could not remember. could i really have been yelling that at him? i mean in my dream i was, but he wouldn't go back to grandma's house and i wasn't ready to leave. i dunno. sometimes i have it all figured out- and then- when it doesn't figure out to my liking- i want to act dumb. i don't hate the unibomber. i don't want to hate the unibomber. but sometimes it is hard not to. i reach out to the unibomber- he turns away. i quit reaching years ago. yet i find myself in need. he said, "no decent man would ever have me," and i met the big hero. with those words driving me- and stars in my eyes- i believed the city employees lies. now all i want is to smoke some pot. email the guy from peoria and see what he's got. but now i cant. BECAUSE I AM A TORN UP WHORE, AND I CAN NOT SMOKE FOR ALMOST TWO YEARS MORE. all because of a lying cuntface named karen, who egged her husbands motorcycle and is ok with sharing, her marital bed with every woman in town- but she punished one- me cuz i'm the clown. because i poked fun at the size of her man- and now OUR CITY WANTS TO PUNISH POOR INNOCENT STAN?
look, the moral of the story is simply this- keep a whore happy at home- she wont try to kiss- anyone else off her usual list, and then maybe nobody would ever need to 'make a fist.'