so... just hurtled down the QEW 120 km/h for 2 hours in pieces of metal slapped together - real close to other people doing the same (i find it worrisome that no one finds this strange)
cuz, you know i needed some alone time aha...aha...ha...ha in my shiny metal tomb eyes wide in the dark (you know, trying to avoid obstacles and ****?) music ******* B O O M I N G it's not right until the bass sits in my throat and i get a shiver up my back now we're ready to hurtle through space deaf to the outside world
in addition, i decided to commit 1% brain power to drinking coffee i don't know, say 3% to navigating 2% to wondering why my left eye was ******* hurting .5% to wondering if I really had roaming turned off
at one point, *99% to figuring out why the *mirage looming ahead looked like a battleship - my mind racing - how could this be - the shapes the lights - i squint - look for water turns out it was a ******* restaurant with all kinds of lights outlining edges...but it really ramped up my concern in terms of reality there (for a moment)
i've got some serious mind-racing word-related issues as of late so this little vision quest on the QEW i can't even begin to unravel in a single paltry word splash
if i try... to simplify
i'm a little concerned that the reason of my being...the nature of this crybaby, ambien-mice-feeding lunatic (i'll get to that in a sec) boils down to:
cooked carrots, high school band, art, Nancy Drew, and Star Trek the Next Generation
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uh...about the mouse believe me i freak the **** out if a mouse is running around in a goddman house jesus h - it has to go but it was decided the mouse was to be caught on a sticky mouse trappy trap with a piece of cheese
i arrived home to a very alive mouse very very stuck in a sickening way... but problem solved...yes?
oh no, my friend...problem times two i did not like to see the mouse in this state. and i sure as hell wasn't gonna throw it in the garbage like some kind of animal! (the gross beady eyed little thing... but the tail is the worst)
i laid down on the floor and looked at it and it wanted the ******* cheese. so i fed it some. yeah, that's right. i fed the ******* mouse some ******* cheese i mean christ, can't the poor thing have a last meal? i mean it just happened to get into my house.
i laid on the kitchen floor a long time... looking at that mouse, feeding it cheese. and then i was trying to think of how to **** it fast (cuz you know, i **** **** all the time?) and i couldn't think of anything... until brilliance behold - i could drug the **** thing!
if i can take a whole ******* ambien, then surely a mouse cannot without consequences plenty so if i crush one up, with a mortar and pestle, yeah, that's right... a mortar and ******* pestle ******* all i have to do is sprinkle some ambien on the cheese and boom night night ambien cheese dream
all i'm gonna say is that things did not go as planned ambien face mouse snow