this is what things are really like

[firsty]

have you ever been so completely strung out on oxycotin and soma and too many shots of wild turkey that you find your ass is bleeding and you go to the doctor who jams a funloving finger into your asshole and tells you to swallow a bird with a rope tied to its tail feathers and a camera on its head? fucking crazy shit, this. i told joseph the tamarin about it and he laughed at me, stuck his finger back up his ass, and started diddling his bitch, this "barbie" chick with a shortish tail, who started oo-oo-ing like crazy, threw a pile of mushy bananas at me, and went off snorting chopped up exedrine that carlos the ape had sold her as coke in exchange for a ten-pound bag of termites. nothing is making any sense anymore.

[singlemalt]

hey man, seriously. . .

the next time you go to the proctologist and the doctor pulls his pants down. . . get the fuck out of there!

[firsty]

i need more wild turkey.

[mnaz]

Have I?

Well, no.

But then, I'm so out of touch these days.

[Artguy]

Oxycotin blues...nightmare movies ...violence realized....razor edged depression....ya know that shit....kids round here pullin jimson weed in their backyards....

[firsty]

fuckin chewin on a betel nut the receptionist spat out weeds of wisdom at me is what she wanted to think but the panic i induced when i climbed over the counter felt like shivers on her throat. ha HA! i had them now and they couldnt pull the wool over on me, i knew, but then the restraints came and a bad IV full of something that you never want to hear, fuck, i'm fucked now for sure. better call the head gorilla.