[Illness]'s diary
So i was sitting on the bus the other day when a drugged up crazy dood got on. His head was rolling from side to side like he had so much shit up there that he didn't know what to do with it. He stood there and said "I got something to say man!" and i said "What?". Then he looked at me with his rolling eyes and proceeded to talk "I i i know i'm a dope fiend maaaan but i don't have the same fears as you. Iii don't fear death i understand death, it is my friennnd. Hee hee hee aaall you people running around trying to prevent it, looking for things like eternal youth, thinking i must surviive surviiiive surviive. Trying and looking for things that will give your life meaning and purpose...like God. Heh heh well i've got my own God and here he is in this little plastic baaag. I'm a dope fiend maaaan."
