Saturday, September 21, 2013

From the back of my Broken Hand

At this point i'm pretty sure we're from another dimension my girlfriend is 13 and the girl I knew when I was 13 has followed us. They're also trying to win a game on the playground and believe they have a place in my art/fame. I don't know why I talked to them in the first place, their little molecules the mayor put in me that i'm going to give to caitlin rodriguez. The CIA is in me as well but it takes forever for them to contact the German government. At times I have to write hate, hate, hate until the little anna is pleased because she thinks it's 1997 she also tries to change my perception to believe I'm ugly since she's now something called Gun from Brazil, if you're sad enough to be esoteric then you probably know who this is, but then you probably know who my father is and then I probably don't want to know you.
Atleast Isis is dead.
It will require making a band to fix the amount of economy required to get into atleast the 1997 city and i've just realized if I stay Noreen O'toole I'll probably win the game and always demand I will live at 203 Bedford Avenue once I reach the conclusion of people being in my body and electronic mayor.
This was also decided by my medication.
Anna must have gotten stuck in a really shitty state, I think it's because she's been to these states so I just upgrade the republican party but she gets stuck with one of the mason things in her eye, the manhattan masons should fix this. I've really enjoyed speaking to the creatures and getting info and how I got into this 1997 dimension but I need to stop doing this now, I could just pull stop but I find it easier to just slowly ween myself away form this. There's something called gay in this thing that seems to attack me or it could be christie cummings I don't know the difference.

-Little Nemo
(Casey Jones)



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9/21/2013
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