Journal Entry for 4-16-93 (Bitter Betty, LSD Anniversary)

I can smoke today (although I would even if I couldn't). I changed my answering machine message and am very happy about that. I think I'll call Bitter Betty and let her in on my ever changing message machine dementia. She'd like it. Maybe she'd even fuck me. And I could cup her swollen tit in my hand.

Oh, and today is the 50th anniversary of the accidental creation and use of the drug lysergic acid diethalmide. Said the creator, Albert Hoffman, who now resides in picturesque Switzerland, "It can be dangerous in the hands of the ignorant."

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Journal Entry 4/93 (Date Approximate -- Colony Inn Era)

 Opening Sentence

1. I upchucked last night.

 

2. Perhaps that second Tsing-Tsao was a mistake. Or it could have been the red tag "reduced price" beef...nah...

 

3. Have you ever sweat poison out of every pore? And then that's not enough, so you empty your stomach contents. After that, the bowels and bladder let loose. If you live through this toxic purging, you will have some cleaning up to do. It is best to throw away the undergarments. 

Last night's episode took me to the stomach stage. It was grisly enough. I barfed on the floor and on my pillow. I did not even attempt to get up or to remove my face from the puddle for a full five minutes. 

Then, I suddenly (or so I thought) stood up, washed my face and collapsed into bed. This was possible for me to do all at once with no intermediary actions because I live in such a small apartment that the floor, sink and bed are all in standing or collapsing distance. 

Somehow my pillowcase (now discarded) had been concealing a leaking feather pillow inside it, which has leaked its wretched innards all over the floor. Must be catching...

Lady From Mars (date approximate)

She's been makin' diamonds cause she says she's magic

Says she's Madonna and Stevie Nicks

Sellin' spoonfuls of coffee for a quarter

Is just on of her tricks

 

Four in the morning, goddamn, she's at it again

Talkin' about a baby she may never see again

We can't help you girl, we gotta sit in these chairs

We only get paid to play solitaire

 

Lady from Mars

Showered outdoors

Most of the time until it got cold

Behind closed doors

This lady from Mars

Can still be bought and sold

 

Where will you go when the State won't fund

Your Martian love affairs

When the men you've known

All have empty stares

 

Lady from Mars

Gonna go back to Texas

A place she's never been

Don't be alarmed

Lady from Mars

You'll never see me again