warning: brainspew

spent the night in the art building again. when i left at 6, Slimey still had an inch-wide hole in his tail, but some fucking nifty lumpy things on his back. too bad i can't work on him over spring break.
guess i'll have to have fun instead.

'i saw guns that shot swords in the hands of young children.'
-Dylan goes to a toy store

the lumps in my wrists change sizes.

either truth is overrated, or we haven't found any yet.

i'm listening to fogey music. fucking Dylan comes on whenever i've got a quiet gap.

i was fluent in english before i started smoking. i even used to have some social skills, before i stopped going downstairs. c'est la vie, eh? french canadian.

jack-in-the-crack will kill you.

gotta go shower.