JIGGAWAT'S JOURNAL
JANUARY 4TH, 2009.:

HUMPH. HUMPHREY. HUM...WHAT THE FUCK I AM BORED. CREAM ON THE EDGE OF THE COUNTER TODAY. MY PULSE STOPPED AS BLOOD SPLATTER ON THE SINK. COUGHED SOMETHING UP, BLOOD, VOMIT, GUILT, EGO. SOMETHING CAME OUT OF ME TODAY. I WON'T BE THE SAME. WHATEVER. IT'S ALL GOOD. I LONG FOR SOMEONE, SOMEONE LONGS FOR MY DEMISE, MY DEMISE LONGS TO ENGULF ME. PRETTY, PRETTY EYES. EYES ARE EVERYTHING. THAT'S WHY I WANTED TO BE A TIGER WHEN I WAS YOUNGER, SO I COULD HAVE THE EYE OF THE TIGER. BUT THEN I GREW UP, AND WANTED TO BE AN ELEPHANT INSTEAD, CAUSE THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS ARE HUGE. THEN I GREW INTO WHO I AM TODAY, AND I WANNA BE SPIDER-MAN, CAUSE SHIT, THAT FOO CAN CLIMB AND WEB-SLING. FLYING IS OVERRATED. WEB-SLINGING IS THE SHIT. OK. NOW. MADE ENOUGH FOOL OF MYSELF. NOW. I LEAVE. TRIP OVER THE EXIT, HIT MY HEAD, AND NEVER RECALL ANY OF THIS.