| KY'S |
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| Week of 10/11 It is a cold, rainy day. Just looking outside depresses me. I can feel myself slipping into a state of insanity more and more each day. To compensate for this I began to drink. I drink a lot. Every night after work, the only thing I want to do is crack open a beer and sit back. I have started to notice odd things lately. This is only feeding my madness. Today I was walking to class on a bridge that leads over a small creek. There is always trash and various other objects on the banks and in the water. Sometimes if the water is low you can see some fish swimming around. Today I saw something else. I have seen these fish a hundred times. But today... today was different. I swear that what I saw was no fish. First of all, it was nearly three feet long. It seemed to glide, to almost cut through the water. Damn, I need a cigarette right now. It looked like it had two fins for feet and two webbed hands. I couldn't see much of the head or body, because it was stirring up too much dirt. When it began to get closer, all of the other creatures seemed to fear its presence. The turtles began to swim in the opposite direction. I am not one for speculation, but I know what I saw wasn't just some God damned carp or catfish. It may have been some sort of freak created from all the pollution, or maybe not. Well, I have to back to my fucked up life, now. I hope to God I was just hallucinating. END OF LINE |
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| Week of 6/6 It's getting hot outside. I can't believe Summer is almost here. I am sitting here, waiting for something to fall out of the sky. It's just a matter of time before it happens, too. Heavy traffic up there. Lots of planes, spaceships, meteorites. Something has to come down sooner or later. Sometimes I feel like firing a bullet directly overhead and waiting for it to come down and strike me down like God's wrath. It could happen. If I had a gun. And a bullet. And a beer. Because you can't do that kind of thing sober. You just can't Sure, you can try, but you end up shooting someone in the house next door because you don't have the nerve to pull the trigger and be a man and snuff out your own life. Or maybe something else will happen. Like maybe there will be a storm. That would be cool. I could set up my homemade lightning rod on the roof of the garage and wait for sweet mother lightning to take me home to tombstone town. That could be cool. Or it could give me super powers. I could be a super villain. Bent on world domination, I would destroy all who stand in my path. And nobody would have the strength to oppose me, The Nefarious Lightning Man! A ha ha ha!! That would be pretty sweet, as well. But what do I know? I'm going to Hawaii soon. Fuck all you who aren't. END OF LINE |
| Week of 5/30 I am back from the Great Unknown. Otherwise known as Hays. Back from the college and ready to tear into the big city once more. Oh yeah. I can't wait to get out there and do some serious ass whomping. It's gonna be great. Deadly fun abounds. I'm gonna sharpen my Jimmie Sticks and break out the old Brass Knucks and somebody's gonna feel my wrath. Oh it's going to be a blood bath. I'm going to find a Donkey and there's going to be some Donkey man rape thing happening soon. That Donkey's gonna get good and drunk and then I'm going to set it loose upon some hapless drunken redneck in the middle of nowhere and that Donkey is going to sodmize that redneck good. WIth luck, they'll fall in love and start a family. Or the Donkey's giant monster doom cock will perforate the man's lower intestine and he'll bleed to death before he can reach a phone to call 911. Either way the Donkey wins. Because any time a Donkey gets to shoot his load into some dumb redneck the Donkey wins. You don't beieve me? Ask Mr. Ed. END OF LINE |