I am wearing a giant orange sweater and I feel like I am going to explode but I refuse to take this sweater off because the shirt I am wearing under it does not keep me warm enough and its all a test anyway. There was a mr. slave hat and caveman jesus and the buffalo man. And smoking hookah is good to do and owls are on everything and jack-o-lanterns with mustaches and if you draw you can get it out of your system and have you never noticed the way sick blood looks so horribly beautifully red? Far more so than normal blood. Isn't that strange? And I have such trouble finishing books but I just finished that neon green one and it was depressing. Humans are so spiteful and shitty and i didn't have school today and I need to return to the place in my life of Technicolor dreams because its better there and I like more and more the rainbow things and my knuckle has been injured and i am going to the haunted house and it should be horribly wonderful. And the poetry must be read by 10:17 on Monday sweet baby god. I found a river that no one knew about and got mud all over my shirt and rain helps me explore. And I miss how things were which is pitiful. My brain just went to the world of a lump in your throat and a hand grasping your stomach for dear life and your eyeballs vibrating and your heart going a million miles a minute and your skin burning. And I can even see the time with the rake and the headscarf and I miss that and the semen in the sirenge and the crisco and machi and the hottub. hehehe tralalala.