"powder puffed poodle" poop.
the shrieking sheilas.
black shellac
dandruff affairs
barnacles encore
angry oysters revolution
the rotten lobsters (obviously my mind is squirming through "seafood concepts").
the bewildered pelicans.
(in hindsight, what i wrote is vastly better as song titles rather than band names)
i now weigh 35,616 tonnes and i am splatted flat (except for my typing finger) and.....(crunch).
i feel like a black hole with hawking radiation. there is part of me that always has an utterance, but it is a feeble brown hue that surrounds the deadness of my compacted center, and since i have the consciousness to divest myself of consciousness, i am going to excersize it immediately.
good night finally.