Insanity Marches On

Thank god for music. Really without my headphones I'd have been gunned down by US Marshalls long ago.

I'm cracking up these last few days. Not in a haha sense but in a finger between my lips "gooogoooo" insane sense. Feel like I'm under siege from all sides by mile high piles of shit. Too many decisions to make, too many problems, too much work, too much writing. No car. Everyone's life sucks. Nobody has time for anyone else anymore.

I have to get immunized before I can register for more classes at GMU. While that is a resonable request (I think) in my mutant-egg-poisoned-by-radiation-so-the-shell-didn't-fully-harden-before-being-laid mind-set it just feels like the final insult to push me over the edge. The gaul of those fat, eye-bulged, school, bean-counters to suggest that I have some third-world communicable disease. Oh yeah sure, I picked up that case of fruit-fly fever while I was kidnapping Tsunami babies to sell to dried-womb-wanna-be-soccer-mom's. Seriously, I don't got lice, I check myself bi-monthly for ring-worm. What do these guys think I might be infecting their campus with? Not to mention I am already attending classes there. Wouldn't kids be dropping dead all around me if I had malaria or trench-mouth or what-have-you?

I don't know if anyone noticed but I'm really loving hyphens in this entry. I don't know why but I find the hyphen theraputic in some way. Relaxing. Not in a coming-home-from-school-to-sneak-your-Mom's-Valium kind of way, but in a listening-to-Spiritualized-while-doped-up-on-Morphine kind of way. Actually it's much more like using-music-to-substitute-for-drugs-you-wish-you-lacked-the-common-sense-not-to-take kind of way.

Ah yeah, that's me, my drugs are music and over-use of the hyphen.

Woo-hoo! Wild-man! Rock-N-Roll!

Originally posted on March 8, 2005 on Myspace.