My head is spinning.

But not in the good way. Started with a head ache. Now it just feel like my skull is full of mashed potatoes. All I need is a little sauce and I would be ready for dinner.

I can't really think. Much. Some people would say that it won't make much difference to my entry. To those people I just want to say one thing; communists!

Think about it.

My head is buzzing. Like flies. Thoughts flying. Tie little strings of thread to them so they don't fly away.

I dreamt I had killed my parents. And of course the cops came and knocked on the door. Doesn't that always happen when you kill your family? It was okay though, I think I had hidden away the bodies. Also I had an accomplice. I can't remember who though. That annoys me a little. I would like to know who it is I could trust to help me with getting away with murder. Of course since it was a dream it might have been anyone from Krusty the Clown to Uffe Stenstrop or Dave Barry. But enough plagiarism.

I think one of these days I'm going to write a full entry in one long paragraph. No line breaks at all. That would be kind of funny. Just one very long paragraph. Maybe without punctuation too. Isn't that one of the rules of well writing. Good writing I mean. Kill your darlings. See, that's why I need people who I can trust to help me get away with murder. Copy/paste and repeat.

Now where did I put my axe?

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