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August Means Truth: Chapter One: The Search For What's Hidden

As Jessica pointed out:  I kinda look like my mom here.  WELL YA if my mom was 30 and addicted to heroine and cheap lipstick…I totally look like my mom!!!....and THAT makes it hot!

So I just realized something....me and juliet have the login ids for each other's accounts but not our own.  

(do you know?!...  do you know how god damn fucking hard it is to read someone's email password....from FROM INSIDE FUCKING THEIR HEAD?!?!?  

Bitches I'm sorry...i do not mean to fucking complain.  but it was dark as a nigger's titty in their and hot as her cooch!  ...and god damnit i just about took a giant shit in her brain just to FUCK with her that cunty ....)

Ok so what you need to know right now... is that THAT was not me!  he doesn't speak...i mean he does...but he's not allowed to....but sometimes... sometimes when it's late....and under the influence...of some thing or other...he uh...makes a grab for the wheel...or tries to steal the key from the guard...(bribes the guard with DRUGS actually! lol)  ....and uh...that was him JUST there.    And no he's not the biggest fan of J-girl.  But for some reason he LOVES me... 

Anyways, (and speak of the devil) ahem...anyways, the thing about reading people's minds...is that ... well it's impossible.  It's impossible for PEOPLE to read someone's mind.  I however, have my little friend.  And I hereby refer to him as my friend because... wherefore should I tempt and beckon the day when i would call him my enemy?...A rose by a better name smells must sweeter...trust me!

So without further ado Ladies and Gentlemen I hereby...and i really hope i don't regret this...introduce to you...go ahead..."(the guy who writes in the parenthesis!!!)"...The Guy Who Writes In The Parenthesis...


seriously dude?...that's seriously what you wanna be called from here on out...did ya think this one over?

(Mall Rat you shut the fuck up you over-ripe pussy nugget!)

Ok THIS is what I've been PUTTING UP with my WHOLE life.  Or at least since 1986.

(TG W Witp.  Or Just Witp's fine.  Like W-I-T.  The p is silent.)

Wow...you actually made The Guy Who Writes In The Parenthesis into an acronym.  TGWWITP.  wow.  i guess careful thinking doesn't lead to good decisions after all.   

(how'd that lame ass joke FEEL coming out your ass A-girl?  still got a little string of it hanging from that slutty little skirt ms. thang?!  why you don't just go ahead and start fucking congressmen for a living is beyond me...)

(...wHoOOwhEEee!! look at them panties!  eh don't stop their girl! yeah!....let's see ya say peek-a-boo...)

ok so I swear to god this is not actually ok with me...and i've mentioned this before ya know…but… and yet...he doesn't really give a damn.  must just make him smile I don’t know.  Just can not help it...  but he can f-in help it he just doesn’t WANT to… 

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...this is a director's note: from Wikipedia: "once such an individual gives "voice" to one of his or her alter egos, the alter ego chosen gets the opportunity to hold the power of "voice"  An ambitious imp will do almost anything to maintain psychic control over his host including drugging, poisoning, and physically attacking or causing injury to the host..." 
back to your scheduled programming... 

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So you probably wanting to know why I keep him around right?  

He helps me.  When I need to know things...things that are hidden... he can go into the hidden places and bring back what I need to know...

He's really very useful.

You'll see.

juliet had to go

find her own romeo

i'm not gonna kill myself this time

i'm gonna save myself

wow i say when i am sober

wow i say when the party's over

now is when the hours are peeling

how is it to walk through a feeling

feeling myself know

that all of this...is about to go

ya know?

ariel...

ya know the one...

red head in the water

breaking rules and saving sailors

she was the best siren ever

even prince thinks so!

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each morning i make sure to rinse my mouth with a mixture of mouthwash, water, and the ashes of fake money.  then i eat 1/4 of a dollar bill (i'm on a diet) for my breakfast.

try it

try them both

see which one is for you

cause there's only 2 kinds of spiritual people in this world.  and we're all the children of both of them.  but some of us take more after our mother.  some of us our father.  now now children...there's no need to fight..mommy and daddy love each other

and then i smoke some shit and gargle with...mouthwash, water, the ashes of fake money, and your half hour old spit!  my half hour old spit...

and you thought time wasn't real!

the 4th dimension wasn't real

and it's falling

"i'm falling mama!"

...one day at a time.

"as the world turns.....

fight for me 

in "the days of our lives

protect me

because the days are ending one moment

at a time, and a house in flying

you too

to the other end of time

wait till you look out the window, my queen.

and you'll see...

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there's people

all around.

they're watching and they're waiting

they're kind of irritating

a thousand watts 'lectricity

to show you who you ought to be

me

me

me

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...\to be con't....

(maybe..if i feel like it...

That Dilapidated Cottage

 "You ask me how I can love you because you see yourself as that dilapidated cottage.  But I can see through the windows and the many cracks in its walls.  I can smell you and have breathed the air you breathe through them and it fills me with such joy because the phoenix which resides there is the most beautiful wonder I have ever laid eyes on.  I hope that this creature will spreads its wings and with the fire of you being burn away this worn down cottage, and soar with flaming wings up, that all can partake of your beauty." – a text from brenden: july 4, 2009.

MACED COCK

The first time ...the FIRST (shhhh) "I'm sorry i'm sorry" ...he's helping me to be more polite).  Okay.  but like i was saying....the very FIRST time he ever tried to hang out in my house...he maced his cock!  What ARE the metaphorical implications of this!?

Now it's not quite as crazy as it sounds.  Let me explain.

We were at my house.  And he grabbed the can of mace he gave me cause it had leaked.  He’s a clean freak.  He has ocd.  So he decides to use his thumb to wipe of the excess mace off the can.  

Then he went to the bathroom and washed the spilled mace off his thumb.  Then he took a piss.

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"Oh My God Oh My GOD!"  In he runs into my room with his cock out and his pants unzipped.  Did I mention I have roommates.....

FUCK THE BIRTHDAY DEADLINE!  I'M WATCHING TEXAS CHAIN 

SAW MASSACRE AND I DON'T WANNA TYPE NO MORE!!!

...TO BE FUCKIN' CONTINUED BITCHES...oh ya...then he picked his nose...i know!!!