anatomy of a troy dyer becoz things dint turn out as planned, the absence of the corporeal country rose has caused the broken arrow the chronic affliction of the statutory slumber in a solitary assylum of the nonexistential confinement with the aid of six sparkling bottles of barley ferments, a double deck 14-inch a piece geometric configuration of the manhattan yellow butchers' roulette, two reruns of a mystic crime case in the depths of the boston river, a playback of the biographical chronicles of a shawshank genius, and a 5-hour chewy lamb-chopping anatomical disection of the biting reality documentary project. you think that's fun? at puberty, yes. weekend's over.November 14, 2005 in jerkHerc