Saturday, November 24, 2012

Results: Positive



Ow. Seriously, explosions are not fun.


One, they sound NOWHERE near as cool.

Two, when you douse a room with gasoline, cut the gas line, and then light the gasoline, there is NOT enough time to leave the room.

I'm suffering a Mild concussion from the force I was throw into the wall at. It is worth nothing that IM NOT WRITING THIS SHIT AND I HAVE NO IDEA, if mister Moth, is actually typing any of the shit I am saying or if he is cybering with my account or something.


Also suffering from first degree burns down the back half of my body. Also, ALOE IS AMAZING.

The delicious cold touch of relief.

[There was a 15 minute rant about her dating the Aloe bottle here that ended in its 'tragic' death once she finished emptying the bottle's contents on her back.]


By someone.

Someone tall. Someone brave! Someone Cool. Someone orange! Someone slender! Someone Fractured. Someone duckied. And popcorn. Burgers. Some fries. Oh and a milkshake! One of those pumpkin orange ones with the little duck straws. Gobble Gobble. I'm a duck!

[That goes on for a little while. She stopped when I pointed out the recently smashed laptop.]

Oh you! No one will remember you!


Experiment Tested Positive: Ducks make Gobble noises... mooses have trackers in them that... dance, and alert Fracture... TO STOP TOUCHING ME! and give him our... Gobbles...

[Picasso does this awkward thing where she slips between he usual excited, or screaming, or rambling self and a rhythmed yet still soulless sounding monotone when she makes plans or observations. But not usually this often over the course of the same thought.]

Need... frogs.

So many frogs, likely source... university. Student tend to bring frogs, for classes. Steal frogs, use their gobbles... to blog! And connect with, cockroaches... and murderers.

Need people... to fight broken cats.

Rename blog... broken cats!

[She spent a while after that hugging/petting my arm and making slurred purr sounds while mumbling nonsense about cats. Weird shit like 'But cats don't like water.' I can honestly say I have no idea if any of that is a concussion side effect. She tends to get a little... weird on her own and may very well be acting in a manner she believes, for whatever stupid reason, a concussion patient should be acting like. 

I really should have just killed her when Fracture asked.

I'm getting a lot of dirty looks from the other people in the library for her occasional screaming and what must look to anyone else to be PDA. When you take into account that we both look like suspicious assholes in masks/broke-mask-face-thing-she-has-going and that she took off her shirt  off to coat her back and the chair she was sitting in with Aloe, we really have to get going before they call the police to throw us out.

Time to steal... frogs... from a college or something so we can continue to blog and connect with... cockroaches... and murderers.]

Dictated but not read by DEAD ABSTRACT ARTIST

[Written and edited by Moth.]

Entry... Gobble.

[Moth out.]

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