And Then Paranoia Sets In
12.21.06 (8:36 am) [edit]"Finished with my woman
'cause she couldn't help me with my mind"
- Black Sabbath
"Well I’m standing here freezing
Inside your golden garden
Got my ladder leaned up against your wall
Tonight’s the night we planed to run away together
Come on Dolly May there’s no time to stall
But now you’re telling me that a
I think we better wait ’till tomorrow
What you say
I think we better wait ’till tomorrow
Ain’t gonna wait that long
I think we better wait ’till tomorrow"
- Jimi Hendrix
Audio: www.extrafancy.net/doug/paranoia.mp3
A week is a long fucking time to wait for anything. Ever sit in traffic so long you become convinced that you will never get there just because you've been there so long the place you're heading to has probably been destroyed by NUCLEAR HOLOCAUST in the time you've sat in fucking goddamn shiteating cocksucking motherfucking cuntcuntcuntcuncunt TRAFFIC???
I'm starting to get The Fear. She won't show up. Or she'll call and say she's reconsidered and she'd rather fuck the drummer. Or her town of 1000 people will be blown off the map by Al-Queda, because after all, that's the places that have all the duct tape and plastic sheeting and those darn terrorists are just looking to blow the shit out of places nobody has heard of.
Or maybe she has a dick.
Hell, like I'd even care anymore I'm so fucking crazed with fuck-cravings.
Tomorrow. Gotta wait 'til tomorrow...
Love,
Dougie
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Later:
She has a way of being reassuring...mmmmmm.....