Excerpt from Conversations with an Alien
My computer's a bit fucked this morning - hungover and questioning the meaning of his existence; he's been through rough times lately; uneasy childhood. He uses acting out as a defence mechanism, he doesnt understand we're all in the same boat, just trying to find a reason to wake up and get working.
I need a cigarette.
I am enlightened.
I dont have any bread.
And I dont have any cigarettes.
What's the point of anything? When you don't have any bread see how you feel. Have you ever eaten peanut butter on fucking shredded wheat? Dont ever - you'll want to kill yourself.
Think kindly of this subterranean homesick alien for she lacks a web presence and I cannot link to her. She is on a facebook though.
I need a cigarette.
I am enlightened.
I dont have any bread.
And I dont have any cigarettes.
What's the point of anything? When you don't have any bread see how you feel. Have you ever eaten peanut butter on fucking shredded wheat? Dont ever - you'll want to kill yourself.
Think kindly of this subterranean homesick alien for she lacks a web presence and I cannot link to her. She is on a facebook though.
posted by Jugular Bean | 2:17 AM
4 Comments:
No bread and no cigarettes either?
Go to sleep!
Your pc had a bad childhood; started off as a wee calculator, did it? You asked 'what is the point'... the point is that you can easily kill someone by choking them to death with peanut butter on shredded wheat. Hey, it could look like an accident. I'm just sayin'...
did that yesterday..made the sun shine a little brighter
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