2002-09-22 11:19 a.m. "...time to look beyond this rundown radioactive cop-rotten planet." - wsb We had taken it on the lam, hired a ship, hand-cranked the robot pilot 'til its eyes glowed and it grabbed the steering mechanism, and prepared to drugfuck our brains into oblivion to pass the time during our long trip. Ellie had a drug she picked up before we left that was shaped like a carrot, a pharmaceutical carrot with a plasticky shell that dissolves in water or spit or what-have-you. She stuck it up her nose for laughs and it worked. I hit my head against a bulkhead, I laughed so hard. Then it half-melted just from touching snot and she couldn't get it out and her pupils vanished, her eyes all color. Left me with no one to talk to. I decorated the driving robot while on an 11 hour speed bender. Took only a little while to straighten up all the magazines and give Ellie a haircut, so I spent the rest of the jag painting a face on the robot. Wrote a chapter of a book on its back. A lousy book. Created tinsel from some wiring I found in the back of the ship and wrapped it around the robot's shoulders. There are still three years to go and I've done nothing for days but piss, wait for Ellie to wake up, and fill out every personality quiz in every magazine we brought with when we fled. I am an Aries and I have issues with trust. |
1. today is nice 3. happy yesterdays 8. thanks for hosting 4. doing other things |
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