September 6, 2011

my best flipper slingface

dear lining up and rolling over diary,

flipping things over before they're lined up is not how you're supposed to do it, but then what do i know? i just got up. people line up golf balls and hair and garbage cans and bacon- so almost anything can be lined up. even thoughts in your head can be lined up before you flip them over and examine the underside of those, believe it or not, and it took me half my life to figure that out on my own. but i did and now i do- flip over my thoughts most of the time after i line them up and look at the underbelly of what comes out of my increasingly dark and murky head. i am completely amazed at what i've found slithering out. it made me roll over in the land of confusion and set up camp in the basin of desire when i saw the actual strings of knowledge i could exchange from inside my own dark mind. i want more of this shit- it's like a drug. true enough, it is so hard to translate, even though it is in a language i fully understand, but once i figure out where all the pieces go- after i get all of the bellies cleaned off- i am all but certain it's going to make sense. shit, and that is just the parts i'm unsure about. because most of the story is CLEAR AS A BELL. not wanting to leave anything or anyone out, i feel myself laughing inappropriately outloud at this time, SHOUT OUT CUNTFACE, after all- you ride the underbelly of many strings.