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i have some kind of plague illness, where every day, all day, i feel like im gonna die of death, to death.......

and i cant sleep. at all. which on the one hand is okay, since i dont want to die in my sleep. but its also turbo whack because i always end up falling asleep really really late and waking up super stupid early, so i always feel even sicker.

every time i eat, i basically spend two or three hours (sometimes 4) waiting to die of massive internal trauma. now, if i was eating live scorpions, or buckets of nuts and bolts, or batteries, i could see dying of massive internal trauma, but soup? thats just silly.

and tattooing? well, my sweet baboo has just gotten hired at the shop, which is dope, because now jess and i can both make some loot, and thats great news. but mostly, ive been on a cross with thorns and/or roses weeklong jockfest. the coach of the high school meathead squad died last week, and all his old students are home from college getting tributes. gaygaygaygaygaygaygaygaygayagaygaygaygaygaygayagygygyagyagyagyagyagyagyagygayagyayga........

oh, and im a gay hippie because i make dolls. sort of. i cant explain it exactly, but they're dooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooope. and they are quickly filling my house to the brim......

wu-tang. ok. back to bed.......