george glass

its not that i hate everyone...im prolly coming off like that but its not it at all.i can imagine if someone i was close to made me think they were gone(physically or mentally) for 5 to 10 days...even if they werent the cause of

1 armed man

proclaiming your innocence really loses its gusto rather quickly.  id always wondered why those people wrongly accused of murder just sat stoically in the courtroom.expressionless.."id be pounding the table if that was me" i always said.

yr lid is flipped

my new years resolution for 2011 was to come off less deathwishy ....and i prolly do.

should all heart to hearts end in violence

on a lighter note i keep coughing up these little white balls (sometimes they resemble oatmeal) anyways if you

levity

whats the opposite of inspirational?anyways i suppose id b stoked if this doesn't inspire anyone but acts as a somewhat readable deterrent for anyone who thought about perhaps doin the bath salts...and hopefully you will

The crowded theater

ive pushed the 1st amendment to the edge of existence.

a creepy mugshot always adds a little shezam

cumbersome

i wonder if its hatred or disgust i'm reading in peoples faces?  perhaps its both mixed with a little apprehension.

reality in a Halloween costume

waking up after sleepwalking for 120 hours was kinda pronounced.  its a knee hug wall slide combo followed with sobs in the bathroom of the mental hospital(the one you went to sleep in) at 6am  Alone and confused

yikes i have a muffin top

im pretty sure i remember saying "Im a biological weapon!" and thinking it was true

so sew buttons

ill never forget September 12, 2001. I bought a haro bicycle in Pennsylvania cos i was gonna really hurt myself skateboarding(Its harder than it looks).

My psychiatrist has tourettes. i spend 6 minutes of my 15 minute sessions staring out the window while he contorts his face and machine fire blinks.  The East Saint Louis skyline mocking all my failures.

"I guess it's hopeless" I say, starring at hollowed out shells of buildings. "Or i'll be hopeless for the next 6 months to a year, i mean"   backpeddling so i don't get reinvoluntarily commited.

"Are you having suicidal thoughts?" DR. Blinks then asks.  Dammit i should have known never to use the words hopeless or pointless or over it among medical proffesionals. Also never start yelling "I want a lawyer!" in the emergency room. after yelling "I want a divorce!"...totally frowned upon.

"Not really...its just brain chemistry right?"   Scientifically speaking all my dopamine for several years was depleted in a five day period and what the fuck i forget most of it.  How did good feelings make me do such bad things?  Maybe i felt empowered. cos right now i could masturbate on a roller coaster while gambling and huffing paint and it all would feel weak, tired, and useless.  nothing feels good.  i eat lots of cookies.

I was just as bad at freestyle biking as i was at skateboarding.  The only advantage to the bike was the brakes.  I learned one and half tricks but If one would have taken a still picture on those vacant parking lot tours of 2001... id prolly have looked pretty rad.

My fun bags are called Gert and Bernie

not that im ungrateful for not cutting out my own liver but

did the drug induced psychotic episode havta be followed up with a 25lb weight gain?  

As if the old self esteem wasn't gonna take a big enough hit after wondering around the mental institution for five days with no shoes.  i guess the totes are kinda comfy but i don't understand why crazy people cant wear shoes;  only flip flips.

so yea im thankful that my heart didn't explode on my wedding day but i gota say for the record i would have left a smashing corpse.  prolly woulda only needed 4 pall bearers but instead im just a fat medicated lunatic on a pile of involuntary committed debt.hmmmpppfff

do the math

im no square.  you can bet on that.  so i will not accept that some kind bud made me go crazy...nor did medical professionals accept this theory.

i can smoke you under the table bitch.

and i have also tried most drugs once or ten times.  i stopped doing psychedelic drugs knowingly about 5 years ago.  I did a hit of acid and only got explosive diarrhea.  i thought that indicated that i must have something askew in my brain chemistry and it was best to leave well enough alone.  So i did.

i also went unconscious for 3 hours while huffing computer duster at 23 (id call that an embarrassing near death experience for a lackluster industrial high) and then had a terrible headache for the next 24 hours...it was like my brain was crushing against skull.

the computer cleaning companies got wise to this misuse and now it smells just wretched...unhuffable im afraid.  so yea like i said degenerate assholes would do psychedelic drugs past the age of 30 not me.

actual quote regarding me

"You don't seem that ate up now." and that was more of the positive ones.

So i guess its good that i'm not that ate up anymore and can perhaps delve into being framed by a child molester, almost getting killed by the mafia, almost getting killed with the salts, spewing out classified information and lies, while vociferously threatening to murder my boss. And im guessing i really sold these threats convincingly cos there were armored cars and helicopters and bomb dogs and it was all for little old me who had began making terrorist threats against Asians(and im not even racist...for real) I love ninja warrior. and those balls you try to circle in your palms without making any noise. I guess i don't like soy sauce but i bet asians dont even use it.

if you've never been unwillingly drugged with a hallucinogen by the mafia with deadly bath salts intended for a child molester you prolly cant empathize with the fact that acid x 10 was like taking the styx song mr roboto with the movie casino with the bible and mushing them all together into an unintelligible mass...combined with the fact i didn't know i was tripping.

for reasons ill never understand and always be pissed about ...i became SUPERSOCIAL. Everybody saw me! I wouldn't shut up. I spread crazy at the junior college and the walmart and the chinese buffet. id keep going but it would just get more embarrassing.

so i can't look anyone in the eye anymore. im the victim and the perpetrator of crimes i can hardly remember.

at least i didn't make the papers

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1306877/Legal-high-bath-salts-Ivory-Wave-kill-bride.html

youre my muse,bitch

my office is the bathroom. my table a sink. my chair the toilet. i have a regular office that has nothing to do with poop or pee. but i can't get a solid wireless internet connection at my desk in my chair in my office with bookshelves and relevant subject matter.

and no one wants to talk about shit or soap scum or calcium deposits except for me.