if nuero was at confession this is what he'd be saying
<nuero> i want to heal i want to feel something something real
<nuero> hey guys i'm ejaculating all over a poor motherless baby kitten
and therefore my rant is directed at my cat today. i get back from a canoeing trip with my youth group and what do i find? a locked door and a cat inside that's all purry and shit and then
meow feed me bitch. he's like a starving refugee, he cuddles you, takes your food and bites you and runs away. that's the bad part about wars is that the refugees always mess up the area as the move along in big packs. i say we split them up and make them all go to different countries to spread the load around. canada's like refugee central, which reminds me that i haven't taken a train in a long time. my dad always took overnight trains around europe and didn't care where they went which is how my cat should feel about food. it doesn't matter when i feed him as long as he's fed, right? WRONG BITCHES. he's all meow meow meow meow meow sort of like apage and zaphod whining on irc about some fucked up linux part "oh look my /dev/sp0 is shoveling output through my serial port" "uh oh looks like you'll have to make a symlink from /usr/src/kernel-1.2.0.2.7 and have it point to /sys/src" like wtf i don't need this crap in my life from my cat and apage who are both small and fat but my cat is prettier. on the other hand i'm really tired right now after writing some shit about neurons and brain development in french when i'm supposed to be giving my views on how a movie could affect young audiences based on this neuroscience paper we were given which is messed up, and now i'm really tired and stink bad. my arm is covered in paint because the camp staff had a senior's moment and forgot the cabin we were in was being used and set the entire camp to painting it and now i can get high on paint fumes whenever i want. so i'm now getting that feeling when i'm at the computer typing and suddenly it feels like i'm falling backwards away from the computer which is crawling up the wall, and it's the neatest thing ever because i feel that if i let go of the keyboard then i'll fall forever and ever but it's like there's a skullclamp attached to my forehead so that won't happen, especially not while i've got milkshake running over and over, because i'm going to be singing that for french class in a week from today. i'm memorizing the words and everything and i'll be dancing but i don't think there'll be pictures. the feeling's wearing off now so i'll wrap up with a comment on modern society:
