It's Friday night, and I've had a week to remember, but only by comparison to the extended diarrhoea episode or the 'I am the root of all evil' self-flagellation scenario. Whatever, I've decided to ditch the review and get totally wasted. At present I'm enduring the 'things moving around under their own volition' routine, having survived the 'examination' phase - scrutinizing each of my words in depth before allowing them to pass into the vocalisation process. What I really anticipate with belated breath and spine-tapping terror is the prospect of the 'endless internal conversation'. For all you Rice Krispie veterans out there (crack, snafu and pot), you will know there are various ways in which this can be executed, although my personal preference is the 'take each personality as it comes' approach - yeah, that's just cos I'm lazy...3 hour fugue state total ellipsis...back to the futile - tabular eraser, a row too far, the hard cell. Tomorrow is today, and yesterday just another nine-character psychosis...
I am currently depixilated - unable to see the big picture, probably because the ornate nature of the frame delivers the ultimate Rorschach experience.
I am listening to
Slither - Velvet Revolver (ideal for those occasions on which you need a slash but can't move).