two-headed boy with the communist's daughter.

it's strange how misconstructed i can be in other people's eyes. if folks at the 'looking fuck all like what you actually are' club are ever looking for a poster boy then i'll be right there at the head of the queue just after dog-boy and dracula with a sudden case of hematophobia and locked in a virtual tie with michael jackson, but i'll have advantage over the latter cos his hair at least hasn't changed. i mean, i'm posited as a happy, confident, smart, small little boy. ok perhaps i still am a small little boy, but happy? if i'm happy then the rest of the world needs fucking sedation. confuckingfident (a tribute to the superior 'confuckingspicuous' as uttered by brick-top in snatch. which wins hands down cos of the genius in '-spicuous' following '-ing')? i won't even start talking about smart.

i keep sounding like i know what i'm talking about. i don't. if the gibberish generator churned out something it'll sound like the sort of thing i'll say. we must proactively engage in subjective paradigmatic remedial revisions keeping in mind the universally objective bubble postulated in a paradoxical theorem. ok part of that sounded like it came straight out of dilbert and that's shameless plagiarization of style on my part but you do get the picture. and of course bearing in mind the metaphysical conundrum cumulating in metameric transitions of the soul that knocks hard on homer simpson's door in the middle of the night whilst we go visit the queen in myanmar. people still actually give a shit about the queen!

all these people drinking lover's spit. and fingering lover's chest, mouth, hands, crotch, whatever, in the bus. and i don't know how come they stare fixedly at me while they're at it. makes for a pretty disconcerting experience i must say. i can only take so much love. hahaha. so what do i do. i look down and drum my fingers to the beat of jimi hendrix. a suave and cool way out of that predicament i must say. hendrix solves all problems. but perhaps that head nodding and the bass drum simulation was just a tad over the top. and maybe i should've gone easy on the 'ka-ching!'s in tandem to the crash. but hey i think i do a pretty good impression of it with my human voice. the sabian 14" dark crash. perhaps that's what astounded said couple into immobility and the lady in the adjacent seat to fidget. sabian has that sort of effect i must say. the ping just blows you away. but then of course zildjian is still the king.