Posted

Jan 3rd 2009

i've lost most signals to the outside world at this point. cell phone, dead. radio, dead. nobody uses pagers anymore. my portable TV has been reduced to fuzzy broadcasts of infomercials and funny videos of kittens. the kittens are cute and all, but they loop after about 2 or 3 hours.

it makes me wonder if bob saget ever experienced joy or laughter ever again after hosting america's funniest home videos. it's like you know that behind those fake smiles, uninspired puns and kistchy sound effects there is a sad, dark man who knows nothing but the darkness.

not even a kitty could save him.

i am in that same dark place. i'm not sure what is left for me. there is a long, narrow path ahead, and it is beginning to fade. what will i do when my telegraph machine which allows me to write these journals dies?

i fear my time in this dimension is coming to its final chapter very soon.

as i switch the channel from the kittens to billy may's unending banter , i realize i am no longer afraid of death.

maybe after i die, i will find out whether Zorbeez are better than Shamwows.












































p.s. get fucked