oh mutherfucking goodness (Satan loads his cannons with Watermelons. -Abe)

WHAT IN THE HOLY HELL DID I DO LAST NIGHT/WITHIN THE LAST SIX HOURS

my mexican drove away in a van to prague with his parents an hour ago from my back porch with the amp he's left in my basement for a year

ah MAN i've got the BUG! BUGS! BUUGS! their EVERYWHEEERRREE!!!!

hezuh pullin on my heartstrings

'we should just call them, empty shells, and call you guys hipsters.'
-me, talking to the sheik ones in the school


solar plexus - gut
solar plexus |ˈpleksəs|
noun
a complex of ganglia and radiating nerves of the sympathetic system at the pit of the stomach.


the Dorsolateral Prefrontal (executive and logical) section of the left side of my brain, which is directly above my left eye learning a bit towards the center of my brain is in so much PAIN, it was INSTANT, i believe it's because i was using that section of my brain earlier in the last few hours exclusively a LOT more than i usually to do read for a class earlier than normal, which gives very complicated reading material that requires a lot of thought to really appreciate and piece together, and also working on the plot of a large narrative i'm writing for a comic. I usually don't push my brain this hard, not recently anyway. this is the price i pay for not keeping my brain as a muscle in shape. growing pains. mutherFUCKER.


Quotes:

​'When I was on acid, I would see things like beams of light... and I would hear sounds that sounded an awful lot like car horns.
​Like, we had a refrigerator with a hard-boiled egg inside, after a few days the shell started to crack. Eddie's first comment was "Man, this guy's a survivor!"'
-mitch hedberg

'you should look up to this person!'
'and not just because you're short!'
-ryan trecartin, I-BE AREA (Pasta and Wendy M-PEGgy), http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZR4sHDR-1XE

'he's says he's telepathic, but as far as I"m concerned, he's just a little paranoid!'
-Damiani, a drug dealer from RANX 1, Ranx in New York, the coolest comic I know produced by Heavy Metal

'There is a mean look following spunk in hair, a punitive upper-lipped look, like “Mister
you missed my face entirely,”'
-a methodical overture for coitusinterruptus, written by drew gamble for our poetics workshop lit class