The Kebilsphere

I remember when I was a kid and somebody introduced me to the idea of what essential madness is like. This guy, lets call him Guy, he must have had some insider information about what I was thinking of at the time. Wow, talk about secret brainwave readers. My tinfoil cap was not even a memory. And now, as I talk about this, I can feel myself as if I weird man this is pretty fucked up right here. I am also glad that I took that extra bus more days than not… …

Talking in fragmented sentances and whatnut. Should’v done that . What have you been up to all day. Can you not just pay off the phone bill. Your parents told me that they had already sent you more than enough money. Secretely I slp into a slide arond the bgend. If Coma cannot six times a day. Rudby ball. Today I am evening operation ruoomy. I don’t know if I can stop anymore. I thought it was doing me some good.

And now I am more back in the mundane world of the sane. The conditions to which my mind is being subjected to having them there. That was not jail.

July 7th, 2007

Kebil (just let it slide off my back)