Repent!

Take any tune off of the album Hail to the theif, Radiohead, replay the bridge over and over in some retardedly alien manner and increase the volume progessively while moving it up chromatically by key each time,and you'll have an idea of how I feel right now, just straight bluelight buzzed.




if you take a good Tom Waits approach to your own life and try to squeeze some color out of your otherwise pointless life you can get some good juice, as an example: when it unfortunately comes time for me to pass on to another job, if the manager happens to have half the ironic humor as I have he should find my prior job lists incredibly odd in their sequence. each job I have had, I worked directly with customers on a daily basis, none lasting more then a few months each, then my latest job I signed up as a rifleman, and better yet the light machine gunner in my fire team.
If that flew the fuck over your head, the punchline is that somewhere in there I snapped and decided, in a time of national stress and violence, to break off from bar stool salesman and account CSR to 'Americas own personal Maiming device'.
I just want to get a good confirmed kill before I see to it that it's time to repent.
just make sure you write down your personal discoveries.

I'm going to continue to think like Tom Waits for the duration of the night, see if I don't wake up in the fetal position in my locker.