Sunday, Jul. 28, 2002 - 7:49 p.m.

Yarfgleee... hmmm.. Why don't ideas flow as easily anymore? It's like there's glue in my brain, and ideas are all stuck to it, and it's in some faraway inaccesible brain bit, and so I can't ...access them. And that's bad, oh so very bad. My brain is garbled with cranial gloop. It is sticky, and makes my brain work not. Working not is baaaaaad. I make things up sometimes, too, and present them as facts, it's fun.

I think I'll blame the summer for my braindraination, summer's blamable(word?). It's... just there, with that heat, and it leaves me trapped in this house, trying to escape, but fearing that evil beast the people call 'sunlight'. They then 'bathe' in the sunlight. Stupid, so stupid. Stupid like flys, that fly into windows, and explode, with their inside becoming outside and stains appearing.

Splat!! Splat splat splattery splat splat splattoo!!

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My brain works not. Working is useful, sometimes, I like working.

Guess this entry's better than that horrible leaf thing, anyway, that leaf thing was bad. My poems seem to be down, up, down, stop, up, down, stop... and now they're stopped, again. The 'up' periods are shrinking, too, I think. I can still mindlessly ramble.

Hmm.. if you're new to this magnificent work of crap, then go back a few entries to that thing about the rootling, that was better, and then send me money and praise, or just skulk away having hated it... or something. It's hot in here.