Hey.....
You ever scream 'BOOOMER!' at a nichely overweight, sweating, swinging security guard as he walks along the lines of people awaiting entrance to some twisted convention of pop culture ideals?
I wish I did. Ah, the alternate future can almost reach my imagination now.
Anyway. Went to the thing. And bought shit. Me, neither the group of 2 others pretending to be 20 took photos.
Others did though, I'm sure. Hunt them instead.
I'm awake at the hour of this fair morn, and honestly, my head is fucked. I bet later, I shall awake with a pang, in some lush Garden, in its thickness, rather than the more accomodating pathways, and exclaim regret in my upsettingly vocal manner.
A friend purchased, or acquired....hm, I'm not clear actually how he got it, come to think of it.
It, being a Jungle Python. He tells it has taken a shine to rapidly lunging and biting at his arm, like some kind of automatic firearm. It's unnerving, was the impression.
It's seems like an investment akin to growing that striped cat you found in the yard into a giant motherfucking tiger in years time. In this case, giant snake! We shall enact daring robberies. Or at least drape it over people in their sleep, as is tradition.
Anyway. I'm gonna celebrate Christ's death by playing Resident Evil 5 coop until I completely merge with the identity of a young british-african chick.