Aluminum Linoleum

tongue twisters. i think i spell "tongue" like a british person. it creeps in, this anglophilia... it starts at the base of my language, latches onto my words, crawls up my legs to my cock, continues on to my brain... i can't help it. i love me some english mother-fuckers.

i actually started my portfolio today. i'll finish it tomorrow. hopefully, i will be successful. i don't know quite what i'm doing, but i'm doing it.

i have decided that i own wolf-boy. i was willing to let him off the hook before. but now, he's contacted me, opened up lines, and i am not leaving quietly again. i am going to haunt him until i decide to stop. he is puzzle, i am puzzle-solver. i am going to dog him for the rest of his days. he will tell me everything he knows, and be the nesting material i nod off to sleep in. i will pull him up and stuff him down into a dense pile of information and relationship, and circle around three times and go to sleep with my snout on my tail.

all i want is to be his friend...

and raid his brain.

evil...