.
Still more and more smaller doses of the BOB.
That's right. That's what I'm handing out. I said that I was and there was a reason for it. I had a chance to go over some recent correspondences from my readers and some that have dropped off and some that are still going strong. One of my readers told me....
Oh trust me, the hobo knows about time. I know people are even more busy now because we are living at the end of the universe. Maybe this year or the next but it's on its way. So, to help with the transition, I'm giving out more doses of BOB, but lesser portions. I've been using my word processor more, so the good news is that the posts are more reasonable. Less shit to suffer through, which is my aim. Who wants to hear me bitch and moan constantly about this or that?
Or my world view? I just want to get shit off my chest. That's all. And now that I'm hyper and frac- tionated for now, I'm just going to keep on cranking and cranking until I am done. Until I've said actually everything that I've wanted to say. I'm going to drain my soul out before the end of it all. Which is coming faster than we know. So short and sweet from this point on people.
Others had this to say about reading my blog....
I under- stand. Here I am, at two thirty in the morning. I've washed all of my dishes, and wrote several passages in two books, and now I'm blogging into a word processor and will probably continue blogging until seven O'clock in the morning. Then I'll nap for an hour and get busy all over again, getting shit done. That's my plan. Just keep getting shit done. And writing more and more shit.
Honestly gang, my show is coming to an end faster and sooner than yours. I spoke to Dr. G now, and she's getting concerned that I'm developing tremors in my hands and legs. I'm not running around like I was, but I'm still very anxious. More anxious than a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. Or as I would say, a long dick pornstar in a room full of women in high heels. Pretty nervous, right?
In my next post I'm going to tell you all about my research into the solution for the tremors and the mania that I can't seem to shake. First we'll start to drop the WELLBUTRIN, which will be on the top of the list. I'm a big fan of dropping drugs. What Wellbutrin does is keep you from being depressed. It's a pick me up. Well, the problem is that I have enough pick me up. I have enough up for a dozen people, and that's why my alters are popping out all over the place. My skull is far too small a place to keep them all cooped up.
Every time I come up with a new thought, there is a new voice in my head, shouting to get out. So they get their air time on the blog as does everyone else. And I can rest for a change. It's a bitch trying to write something every day. I do two or three days in the week, and they do the rest. Hallelujah! It's good to have help. Well, that's until I am administered DEPAKOTE. Then things will get completely fucked up on this blog. Trust me. Things will change drastically.
Shit, we might even have Karin Stump take charge of this entire fucking place. Me and my Alters will pack this shit up and fuck the fuck out of this fuck.
I promise you that.
Karin, I've got some shit for you coming up!
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Still more and more smaller doses of the BOB.
That's right. That's what I'm handing out. I said that I was and there was a reason for it. I had a chance to go over some recent correspondences from my readers and some that have dropped off and some that are still going strong. One of my readers told me....
"...mostly, I feel like I have gotten soooooo far behind, ut I feel that I need to pick up where I left off...swear to God -- its nothing personal! I just don't seem to have the time lately."
Oh trust me, the hobo knows about time. I know people are even more busy now because we are living at the end of the universe. Maybe this year or the next but it's on its way. So, to help with the transition, I'm giving out more doses of BOB, but lesser portions. I've been using my word processor more, so the good news is that the posts are more reasonable. Less shit to suffer through, which is my aim. Who wants to hear me bitch and moan constantly about this or that?
Or my world view? I just want to get shit off my chest. That's all. And now that I'm hyper and frac- tionated for now, I'm just going to keep on cranking and cranking until I am done. Until I've said actually everything that I've wanted to say. I'm going to drain my soul out before the end of it all. Which is coming faster than we know. So short and sweet from this point on people.
Others had this to say about reading my blog....
"Enjoying your endless posts on the blog. Did your doc ever think of switching you to Crystal Meth? It might make you more laid back."
I under- stand. Here I am, at two thirty in the morning. I've washed all of my dishes, and wrote several passages in two books, and now I'm blogging into a word processor and will probably continue blogging until seven O'clock in the morning. Then I'll nap for an hour and get busy all over again, getting shit done. That's my plan. Just keep getting shit done. And writing more and more shit.
Honestly gang, my show is coming to an end faster and sooner than yours. I spoke to Dr. G now, and she's getting concerned that I'm developing tremors in my hands and legs. I'm not running around like I was, but I'm still very anxious. More anxious than a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. Or as I would say, a long dick pornstar in a room full of women in high heels. Pretty nervous, right?
Every time I come up with a new thought, there is a new voice in my head, shouting to get out. So they get their air time on the blog as does everyone else. And I can rest for a change. It's a bitch trying to write something every day. I do two or three days in the week, and they do the rest. Hallelujah! It's good to have help. Well, that's until I am administered DEPAKOTE. Then things will get completely fucked up on this blog. Trust me. Things will change drastically.
Shit, we might even have Karin Stump take charge of this entire fucking place. Me and my Alters will pack this shit up and fuck the fuck out of this fuck.
I promise you that.
Karin, I've got some shit for you coming up!
Hobobob the fucking fuck!!Source URL: http://idontwanttobeanythingotherthanme.blogspot.com/2011/01/levitation-and-other-wonderful.html
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