Stick up for yourself, son. Never mind what anybody else done.

I'm back and not dead. The rumor isn't true. Don't look at these words like that. You thought it too. Fucker. But I'm back. Back from life changing events and sickness. Something dark and deep down in my lungs. Something to reach down near my bootstraps and pull out. But I'm nearly better and currently overflowing with--whatever the hell I usually have. Fuck it I'm loosing steam.

Immense mountains of degrading activities focused at girls peer pressured into doing something their fathers would keel over dead if they found out has uncovered a bit of interesting fact: I still have a soul. After a while I really began to get tired. There were guys jumping up and down and shouting and downing drinks and almost foaming at the mouth and if they had had tails they would have been wagging like crazy. The ocean was great. But even it started getting upset and the tempest reared its ugly head.

My bleeding esophagus and brown-paper-bag lungs thanks you for waiting for your poison. Horrorscope:

You're going to loose someone very important to your life today. I'm feeling generous, so they will come back a few hours later. Don't spend too much time watching TV this weekend. You'll really get some people hating you. Try outside. Its wonderful. Those of you that have allergies starting up again. Watch out. Nature really hates you now and is all in for trying to kill you off. Too much littering? Or is it that you're too weak to survive, but medicine is really helping out. You're doomed this year for sure.

That's the end of this one. I'm gonna go knot up my core and intravenously drink some OJ.

Seeing the end of the tunnel, and there's teeth around the edges,
LQ