Someone on the official Smashing Pumpkins message board likes green ketchup. The horror. All this hard work to combat it has failed. blabla green ketchu pmake sm esick

sometimes everything is wrong

I tried to write poetry but nothing came out. Too much pressure. Maybe I've run dry. Maybe I should start writing Simpsons erotica. Why not? It's a dirty job but somebody's got to blow it. blablabla

got a letter from allflatt. She's all better. Positive. Living life to thefullest. blergh. I feel like I don't know her anymore. It's sad. Noooo. I'm happy for her. And I'll send her two tapes full of pumpkins songs cause I'm such a nice, nice hu-man being.

It's 4 am. Way too early to go to bed. I'm actually considering playing some ULtima9 now. in the middle of the night. Nowhere to go online. Blabla. Damn I'm uninspired au moment.

I don't care or give a fuck