and i ask again...

yesterday was tha longest miserable day i've had in awhile...well, the night mutated into tripping w/ skizoeffectiv and this hot industrial gay boy @ pyramid a place of which i strongly advise, not taking psychadelics in, especially on a night packed with instagoth ghetto kids dancing to 8o's musik. i didn't eat enough to be "faced" (tripping ballz in ny slang) it was more of a mood enhancer and my mood was already a bit foul. the most dramatic epiphany was that i shouldn't be in new york anymore. and i already knew that. so needless to say it wasn't that great for me. usually when i eat funky fungus i'd be a flailing goofball idiot amuzing the hell out of a pole or some shit. we made our way to a diner in west village, um yeah anna the clock was splattered all over that mirror whirbbling and breathing, but u must refrane from telling the whole diner that. fuckin wierdos. mmmm CHICKIN! again thanks for feeding me. i know how hard u worked for that money...te he.i went home to attempt this thing called sleep. insted, i picked up my 5th editon 1938 colligate dictionary...and i ask again:"if she could tell me something what would it be?"i open and my index finger lands on "cupid"such little things make me ok.