Friday, February 18, 2005

I Can't

I can't deal with reality. Only fakeness and dreaminess. I dread being out in the world unless I am drunk from spirits. I want to grow fur and take naps all day. I want to disintegrate.

3 comments:

Bruce said...

Cheer up, what you need is a good porking. Where is your donkey when you need her?

cher said...

honey,

you wanna meet me later at "monday's" for happy hour? it's that bar out at the highview mall off highway 9? maybe some fuzzy navels and chicken wings'll cheer ya up?

or... i might have some other ideas, sugar. suckin on some goat milk.

wanna say 6 tonight? wear your tophat.

mountain man said...

YEAH YEAH YEAH!!! I GOT A DATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!