my statue of liberty mug.

delirium reaches new heights, and what's fucked up is that it's all occurring after the supposed emotional and psychological drain-machine that is the pitting of individuals against one another against a relative scale that does nothing but create unnecessary anxiety, disillusionment, farting and suicide attempts via suffocation by body odour. yes some people actually believe that once you crest the 3-day peak you become a demi-god in the realm of personal hygiene in that you transcend it and ascend to a superior plane of existence and you no longer need the vulgar touch of moisture of any sort to ever taint even an inch of your skin no more. it's uncanny and totally coincidental, but somehow the corner that don't half pong always seems to enamate from that harbouring the chink chinks.

anyways yes my delirium. oh, so it's all about me now, huh! just felt like getting that on the screen. so i was doing proper work thinking up captions for movies for cable, long past their having been shown on cable. i guess at some point, perhaps during deliberation about which is the most diplomatic point of insertion of my trademark 'motherfucking son of a mangy bitch' (but i suppose that was never gonna sit too well with sensitive parenting couch potatoes. maybe if i changed 'son' to a relatively harmless 'offspring'); something snapped and i was told the next morning that i had left my mug out on the table the entire night.

and the remote control submerged in the washbasin.

getting to understand anew why i did what i did back in the fucked up days of wearing ugly collars. or maybe it's just the sort of people that i'm getting re-acquainted with that's making me think and say all this. but i'll like to think that i really enjoyed the activity then, as i think i am now. it's a sort of a release in a really warped way, a kind of a supplement to the more direct form of reprieve i've engaged in for the past 13 years. besides, it's gonna take up substantial amounts of time so perhaps i'll have a much easier break this time round.

now everyone can't watch tv cos nobody has the suitably-trained muscular ability to switch channels manually by pressing the buttons on the little box. darwin will be heeded. maybe that's how the world will end. perhaps god will send an angel down to confiscate all exisitng remote controls and everyone will die of seizures as a result of over-exposure to cnn news. the lucky ones will die of bad vibes from soap re-runs.