Sit Down! Stand Up! Now Sit Down Again!

some guy on pcp.

i've come to the sad yet somewhat hilarious realization that there's a strong possibility that i could end up like this sorry motherfucker, strung-out on some venomous and complex chemical compound, ass naked and sweating bullets, ranting and raving about 2012 and the aborted fetus living in my crawlspace and the hidden cameras and the "listening devices" and the "SG/Saudi Arabia" interface and incontinence and the earth's albedo and immaterial truths and the primary selector and all dat.

i can't wait.