2001-11-18 - 3:15 AM

Maybe I'll look back to find that I made sense to somebody.

But right now my brain is clogged with misinformation and black and white zig-zag half-art, smiling faces weilding chainsaws. Back-up on asile six-six-six, weird words and phrases that don't seem like mine overflowing from this vacuole the doctors insist is the human brain. Monkeys and chainsaws. It seems I always revert back to this state at three AM.