weapons of mass destruction

it must be noted that this is going through the second straight week of non existent. I have been terribly sick with swollen tonsils since ally and i decided to meet up at the north station to check out the new market i thought called trimomma yo! freak got me feastin greek while ally was on bananas me stood to fetch water got me chills all of a sudden i think that market don't like me so much. can't leave hea. we was gon go swimming at the country club but me still nop feelin better. ally headed down batangas wit her girfriends won't be comin home til wednesday. think they's on korea holiday av no idea. so left e hea for dead? ye. found this down biblach some weeks back thought i could use some for some rehashing und maybe for whatever there is that's new. din't. thought might wan do some checkin first the habit is gettin worse. not all but thought leo knows aboudit so hea. no rekrets. never yet anyway.

it been wierd these last days. been loafing like loose bomb this few. feelin quite tired o woak after me caught masef piggin out on home spaghetti loan prepared for her birthday, after givin claire, frankie, and brian electricution for me blue moon appetite and ended up wit tonsilitis, just my luck. been hangin out wit hypochondriac of sorts good thing rochelle' back to life and larger wit lacerations this time wanting no sleep got her coverin fom straight from shift goin for another then another. three to count as only rochelle can. only. and only because i, let jest say playin earthling. good thing faye wit her pak phok fogot uhm din't drink it though. just wanna be ill and not get well just yet. not yet.

this up supposed don't mean much. aida's just greening taht's why and she needs solid proof. can't believe i's got me to drinkin wit some moviestar we's talkin scuba divin wit me hating the clean up idea seemed quite odd coming from me instead. agh she was nice and am jest eh man. a poor paddling dude. och, och. ha ha ha.
this got down teh belt a's just gon get me file clippers for an attempt at a doreenic organization of sorts hoping to straighten up me act. funny i think somethin wrong wit eh system or av no idea. tis was priced P469 and i was ready to pay for it. i don't mind. wierd the lady had it scanned and now pegged P69 tis no joke. thinking am not under any order to make the world a better place? i remained agreeable and peaceful. and the most ideal of me questioned, and the most ideal of me accepted the untoward. in the most unlikely of situations, just my luck i guess. and glitches! they all not that bad i believe. like me a walking glitch. am not all that bad, e? uhmmm.
und this one hea should go to aida. she ought to know that we stoked got small worls we know each other e'all and ya naw? ma meanin, whe'else wo don't go nowhere jest keepin weselfs at bay liek we just one big tropa tae.

am tired. don't wanna complain. christmas air is here. would catch myself going home eyes shutting down can't help but notice the vendors them old, could be my mother there.late at night the same sight me thinking can't pin me down one place calm and quiet for a good ten minutes the cigarette kid there sits under the shade for almost a day now. he's not asking much. i'll die anyway. i'll smoke and get their sticks. how else can i complain.