Last night I watched an 80's Japanese gross-out movie about a giant donkey that spewed acid. Then I became an elderly black man and messed with Craig Toomey from The Langoliers by telling him I had a small plane to take him to his business meeting. I didn't. He broke down crying and thanked me. Then I became white again. Then I met Kelli Staxxx at a Zumba class. We laughed, we reminisced, we talked about fucking. Then Sherri Shepherd from The View interviewed us.
I tried to listen to it last night, but it wouldn't load for me, sorry.
I really need a new comp :/
I met her, fifteen years ago; I was told there was nothing left; no reason, no conscience, no understanding; and not even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, of good or evil, right or wrong. I met this cow, with this blank, pale, emotionless face, and the blackest eyes... the devil's eyes. I spent eight years trying to reach her, and then another seven trying to keep her locked up because I realized that what was living behind that cow's eyes was purely and simply... evil.