stream of drink-thought-benadryl

Kid A is the 'Dark Side of the Moon' for my generation.
If it is for you and yours too, than we are of the same generation.

Basically, we was born in the 80's.

Fuck, If I only do acid one more time in my life, I hope it's at a radiohead concert.
I'm just drinking, smoking weed and taking benadryl, well, i guess just might be a little light.
So I'm mixing a lot, but it sounds great live.

I went to a tool show an acid. Awesome. I went on speed. I spent a lot of time fiending for a smoke and too sketched out too smoke because of all the security(real or imagined). Acid was better. I wish I had some for the Queens show in Halifax, that was awesome, but with some psychedelics, mmmMMMMMmmm. It woulda been unreal tasty.

I'm not bragging, but I'm not ashamed of myself.
I bought all my intoxicants. Cash-money style.
No one was hurt in getting them to me, or by my consumption of them.

Still, I may be hung over tomorrow. If so, that will be my punishment for my 'selfishness'.
Is it so selfish to want to get wasted at home on a Friday night?
I'm not blasting my music.
I'm not vomiting.
I'm not knocking things over.
Hell, I'm even typing quite well.

But in all seriousness, I've got some issues.
That I probably should...*glug glug glug*...

Hey, who's hungry?!

Ahhh, what a tasty beer!
Union made, in Saint John New Brunswick.
My birthplace.
I saw the light, *holds bottle up to light*, and the light was green.
Moose green.

Moosehead lager is my beer of choice, for those interested.
Yeah right eh?

*Gets another*

Mmmmm.

I'm sorry if this is boring to anyone who read this far, but this is basically a reflection of my current state of mind.

Radiohead is awesome.
I'm listening to Paranoid Android(Hitchhiker's).
Still good, over ten years old now.
That's right folks, we're that old.

"God loves his children yeah...."
\m/
Fuck yeah.
\m/

That's a hand doing the devil horns, for all you squares out there.
If you still don't know what I mean, you're so square you're a cube.

For the record, I never ate my snot in my life, unless I sniffed drugs.

Well, maybe in the winter, as a kid, I'd lick my lips and taste snot, but that's not intentional.

All over the place eh?

"Just 'cause you fell it, doesn't mean it's there"

So true.
*dances in a more holsom manner than devil horns*
Funny though, it is quite sinister.

It's like, a sinister environment puts me at ease.
At least my paranoia is well founded there.
Who am I kidding, I'm a wannabe paranoid.

Don't even say that! You don't want to be paranoid!

Well, you know what I mean, it's glamorous to have a second personality, and handy to blame all your careless deeds on. Which is why I don't subscribe to that line of thinking.

This is me talking to me, typing out my thoughts, for the benefit or entertainment of others. Thinking aloud, or almost.

Outer Monologue.

Fuck, I typed a bunch of great stuff, but I think I lost it.
God damnd drugs and alcohol.
They inspired me, but silenced me.

God, so much lost.
It hurts to think about, tiny tears form in the corners of my eyes.
I best end the post, before I lose this too.
-Marc