Everything seems ... what do the French call a shit wine you still drink? "Buvable"? It lacks a certain je ne sais quoi. Everything lacks a je ne sais quoi.
I wish I knew what it was.
I think Stewart gave me someone else's perscription. Someone who needs to calm down, I'd guess.
I see London I see France
I love my favourite underpants!
LITTLE GELATIN PYRAMIDS
MANY are my NAMES!!! I'll speak in TONGUES and ALL shall fear! Up and down the WORLD I'll walk. I AM THE LIGHT I AM THE LIGHT!
Headache like a beast afterwards. Wish I had bisquits.
RED BLOTTING PAPER
Can't change the feeling that I'm just a character in someone's story. And someone's already decided how it's all going to end...
... but it's not the real end, and I'm just keep going to keep going around. So long as they keep telling that story, I'm doomed to go around and around again. Probably dying the exact same way every time. No wonder the greatest achievement for the Hindoos is to get off the Wheel.
Do I even have real fans? Have I ever seen them? How do I know they're real? What if my memory isn't real? I can't make out their faces. Or I can, but all their faces are the same. Like there's one girl face and one boy face. They even move the same way.
"I think therefore I am." But do I really think? Or am I just saying that?
RED AND GREEN CAPS
Grey grey, go away. The smell of ashes and dead rain.
I want my money back.
I CAN'T GO ANYWHERE
Jesus. I could kiss that girl. she's a fucking genius.
Great name but it's bollocks. Taste like Joy. I think the wanker just emptied out some Joys and squirted coloured water inside. I've had farts more enlightening than these.
I've got to go visit the Interplanetary Travel Agency. But that would mean going outside. I'm not sure I'm up to that.
Fuck, where is she? Why doesn't she make house calls anymore?