Have fun reading this:
Picture this. 12am Sunday morning. I'm cooking sausages on way-too-much
acid. Well that and the weed. And running back and forth to type this
email. and somehow not fucking this up. We just emptied the tent and there
were no full nangs left in it. out of a couple of hundred of the fuckers.
These snags are looking great. I am typing on not-my computer. Cos someone
else is on mine. I don't know how the fire alarm isn't going off. It is
very smoky in the kitchen. Oh fuck I'm cooking sausages. Haha they only
burnt a little, but I turned off the stove so they will be fine now.
Someone will eat them. I don't know why I cooked them. I think I was
hungry. But I'm not sure if I am. Oh fuck I'm scat and the screen is going
funny colours. Who am I talking to? Oh shit this isn't IRC. Hahah fuck
wrong window. I'm now eating a sausage with chilli sauce cos there is no
tomato left and it is fucking hot. I don't think you are meant to put on
that much chilli sause. Ah fuck my mouth is burning and my head is all
tingly. And ppl are telling me to roll more joints. I'm fucking sweating
now and this water is doing no good. Fuck it I put chilli sauce on this
sausage too. It is hurting now. And I'm starting to not be able to smell.
Found the tomato sause but my mouth is already hurting. Fuck it this isn't
IRC. Oh yeah so how was everyone's weekend? I'll be heading up to
Bendigo tomorrow and I'm well-fucked right now, don't know how I'll go
getting up there, may take some meth. Who is this? Fuck it not IRC. when
will I remember that? I have no idea why this is being typed. number one
isn't communicating well with anyone. I think fingers have gone onto
autopilot while the rest is in some weird 'shut down' mode. Oooooh.
Someone just asked me something. "Who are you writing to?" I didn't know
at the time, but thought of it. This is happening in real-time by the way.
None of this now and update you later shit. Insert thought process here.
Redeem thought process. Type thought process. real time baby yeah!!! I
don't even know what I am talking about now. But you have to hear this mix
CD my mate made that he brought around tonight. I fucking rocks, will burn
some copies for you. If you want them. My head is sweating cos I ate a
whole heap of sausages with chilli sauce on them. Hey this isn't IRC. fuck
it. What the fuck is this. its in Word. And I'm not on my computer.
Someone is playing UT on mine. hahahah. They fucking suck too. I'd whip
their arse. What the fuck am I doing here. Oh its that email. I thought I
am typing to other ppl. Which I am sort of. When I send it. Fuck that
chilli was hot. Oh I looked up and I told you that, I might go eat another
sausage. Hey the Microwave is back in the kitchen so someone must have told
denis. Ask Brad how funny the microwave was. It was so funny. Hey I just
worked out what I am doing!!!! I'm typing to you guys!!! I should go and
get that sausage. I thought that thought about 30 seconds ago. Fuck stuff
is taking a long time. I should go and get that sausage. Fuck it chilli
sauce again. That is the third time and my fucking head is killing. Fuck
it I need something to drink now. Ah my head is hot and my eyes feel like
they have veins in them or that may be my forehead. I should go and check
to see. Yep my forehead veins are sticking out a bit and my face is all
red. Hey I'm heading home tomorrow and I'm going to be scat as and have to
have dinner at my grandparents place. They haven't seen my hair and will
think it is fucking weird and all the rele's will be there. I come from a
very conservative family BTW, they will frown upon me. Fuck bourbon and
coke tastes like shit. I'm not drinking that. Fucking horrible.
Fuck it talking to rbb and I think he is making sense. But I cant tell. Oh
fuck I cant think of what I am thinking about. I know this is the email I am
typing but I don't know why. I love this track, don't know what it is called
but love it (I was just dancing in the lounge) We don't have furniture yet.
The lounge rocks. Hey this fixes up all my fucked grammer. jeebus a whole
page of shit and I don't know what I have said, hang on I'll go back. Too
much to be bothered reading so I don't know how anyone is going to read
this. Fuck I'm making sense, time for another spliff. Yeah making far too
much sense. Someone is trying to organise something but I'm not
communications officer.
