As I Drift Off To Sleep...

I hope I don't die in my sleep. My porn collection is brutal. I think my mother would have to disown me once she saw it. Can I will that shit to somebody? I'll let Three be the executor of my will and just leave him the good porn. I'll send the amateur porn to the Smithsonian.

Who's pussy smells the worst? I'll bet it's Amy Winehouse's shit. Or Courteney Love. Nah, fuck that! Britney's gotta have a pussy like an Roman catacomb. It's probably New York from Flavor of Love. It looks like her breath AND pussy stank.

I could really use a Whopper. I haven't eaten beef in 13 years, but a Whopper would hit the spot. Why not? I mean, hell, it's not like it's against my religion or something. It's just a choice I made. BK is right up the street. I bet I could just go in pajamas, right up to the drive thru window. My pajamas ain't got no pockets. Where would I put the money? Plus, I'm pretty tired. Man, fuck it.

I hope this is just a general itch and not something catchy. Wow, scratching is the best thing ever invented. I think I'll just rest my hand down here.

I really should change these sheets. What the fuck have I been thinking?

I gotta meet with this bastard first thing in the morning. I gotta make up a progress report. I haven't done shit in weeks. I'm pretty quick on my feet. I hate this asshole. Fuckin' milkfaced coward.

Harry Dean Stanton! That's his fuckin' name. Harry muthafuckin' Dean muthafuckin' Stanton!

Who the fuck is calling me? My dick don't reach to Texas. Why are you calling me at 1:30?

"Now there she goes again the dopest Ethiopian and now the world around me begins movin' in slow motion..."

I could still make a demo. I'm not that old. I still got it. Maybe. Shit.


Zzzzzzzzz.....

Peace,
KZ