Smile, Don't you know? I ain't gonna let you go!

Just the Queen of the Pasedena Thrills,

Hullo, and how are my peebs?? No didn't think that, did you want this? I don't want that. Did you know that?? Yes well, never there wasn't, was there not???

Anyway, I've been having a shit time recently, in my head and head alone, no one else knows of these monsters in my head, as I wrote on a journal before the perswon who made me feel like shit has not made themselves known to me yet, although I know who you are....

I'm trying,

I'm trying,

I'm trying,

I'm trying

I'm trying

I'm trying

I'm TRYING

I'LL TRY!!!

Got nothing of use to say, 'cept had a lovely day on  wednesday, sat with Teebs on the seebs beach, though I do not like sun, so turned up in normal attire, it was rather strange to see people in bikinis and swim wear, boy I need to get out more. I am not aware of anything at the moment, which is rather good I reckon. When I say i am no aware I don't mean I don't know what's going on, 'coz I do, and I'm not saying anything about 2 minutes silences, 'coz I'll only have some little bastard thinking they are clever and having a go back, humanity, pah, fuck that, think for yourself, and that's all on that.

Ilyatrat, mershps, and bullshps, that is it, I have declined into a circle of smoking pot, and smoking more pot, yes, my addiction has taken a turn for the worse, oh well, what can we do hey?? I'm going to die soon anyway, may as well make the most of it. Not even my councellour can help me, because I do not want help, and have made this apparent to her that I do not want help.

I hope Dobie chokes in his sleep.

He had a free hosue this week, he phoned me up and said 'Wilson, what are you doing?' I said 'Sitting up the Nothe with some of my mates, is you brother there?', to which he replied, 'Ooo, I might pop up' and I say ' There won't be anyone here, we are all going to run away from your faggot ass, now let me speak to your brother please, fucking prick.' That's what you get for buying a Peyote, and eating it wrong, and not even letting it grow more, oh sorry, it was  San Pedros, well you're still a prcik and I hope you choke, lucky I didn't come round, I would've fucked you and your house up.

Ever felt like murder??

Look at the wall,

at the bricks that stand tall,

and smile,

'coz

at least you ain't that wall.

Regards

The gnome