whiskeyfightpit

I don't know what the hell got into me yesterday. Somedays I'm a deaf mute barely getting through work and other days I fly off the handle talking about Dennis Miller getting raped by Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck. I think the insanity spilled over into work today because I was seriously ON CUE all day. The one liners were flowing and the reparte was delish. The owner of the company and the district manager were actually digging it. Naturally, I'm throwing out some insane routine when the company brass is around. Fuck it, If you're gonna fuck up and blow a gasket just make sure you take the whole damn ship down with ya. Go out with as little class as possible. I'm haunted by the novel CONFEDERACY OF DUNCES every day for the last year or so. Not due to the fact that most people are dunces and I'm the center of gravity...but due to the fact that I should be pushing a hot dog cart around and not bothering anybody. I couldn't imagine if anything more strange were to come out of my mouth in public. The bright side is that I have medical insurance and I can use it for the mental being. There has gotta be a few fistfulls of dumplings missing from the Chicken Paprikas that is my fucking head. What is really hilarious is that I don't do drugs and I actually drink less now than I ever have. Maybe I was too fucked up on drugs the last five or six years so I convinced myself that I was a normal functioning human being. I had no idea Oxycotin and LSD could make one feel like Ward Fucking Cleaver. This state of insanity is not without the perks. Most people that spend any length of time with me either find me repulsive or downright fucking funny. Alot of the time though I am silent like a Detroit Tigers fan in the month of May. Aw fuck it, the chips are gonna fall where they're gonna fall and there isn't much my whimsical ass is going to do about it. All of the fucking gears are pumping in overdrive and Casey Jones done jumped the tracks and headed for dry land. Maybe some shrink can dope me up with some of those miracle drugs I hear so much about. Of course advertising dollars had nothing to do with that innocent exchange of information. There aint nothing Poindexter can make that old man Jack Daniels can't fix. My grandpappy taught me that bit o' logic.

STOP REPRODUCING PLEASE.

soundtrack of the day WIRE "Pink Flag" because the light of the lord is shining on those who truly believe. The SWANS live version of HELPLESS CHILD is also on massive internal soundtrack. Fuck TOOL, Michael Gira is the cat's pajamas.