Wednesday, February 13, 2008

After working on a night shift for four days, counting this one that I'm on. With the foresight of the one tonight. I can say that I'm royally screwed. I feel it in my system making a funny sound. I feel like pulling my brains out and trample on them. But fug it.
The point is that there really isn't any. I am Josef K, I'm Holden Caulfield, I'm Winston Smith, I'm Jimmy Porter, I'm Gregor Samsa, I'm Meursault -- I'm Dr Filth. And I shouldn't be making sense to you -- but I suppose even you don't to me. Isn't it all so wonderfully clear now.


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