anti and i are buddies.
in my own mind i recall that i played a major role in being some sort of statistical freakshow and lucky charm of this fucking loser ass zippy code for the storm tropps. i swear mo foes, sunstroke, heat stroke, combined with massive blood loss due to pms stuffs and then fuckingwhite honky bitchness and then a schizophrenia seroquel sample pack not meant for me kuz im not schizo – then ten whallops of abuse from past lifesuckers all pre-anti installments, never went to my bday pahhhhhtay, fuck it. no guilttraps.com ever anymore fags. so stop it. just be happy i never fuck you’d your cell phones. full stop til next post.
am i crazzy – ?
yes.
manic, more. yes. yes. not lithium. dep o cote. i don’t have time for fuck you, goodbyes. and i think that being very smart and even very very smart mouthed, in the end, immediately etches that fucking deja of that matrix vu glitch onto the Left/right brain of my brain. period. fuck the m’s and the j’s and the justin timberlake cd that flew out my window and the arley to the davidson’s and betty ford clinic? yes. l-ayme. shame on the N words of the manfattanite areas always, always. why? there’s witch hunting in bali. so don’t go there. karun tole me that after 9/11 two summers ago at that fucking beer fat loser barn in soho, yes around the corner from vice’s store. kenmare and something something, spring street. fuck you losers anyhow. i made those faulkers think i was on meth when i jibber jabbered my mouth off and anti pissed and creped and dropped thumbtacks on all the private property parking lots in bakers fucking loser field pretty darn southern [border]ered but whatever, man. manyanas. MAN-yaw-nuh. now after 72 hours of a fucking hold after being arrested for rolling down sea scape sand dunes looking at LAX skies and anty being just, chill or something, lying on a fucking curb in the street. i got myself arrested, two days in a row. HA! for what? fo shizzle mee nizzle. and only as i write it now i realise. i was hilariously scarily, hilarious. only the celebrity potential things are the funniest ’cause only the smut peds win. all other things are put on hold. hi mike D, the west coast. we’s got the k double u ones dood. amateurly watching you back. yup. say hi to che with that accent a fucking gu’ed to his coke fucking nigger nose. and all them tinier overpaid letter M’s. c to the k to u to F mmmmmm cack.
April 9, 2003
ps i never went to that ffffffailure of a bday pahhtay anyway. im 21 now, ffffanyway. ffffag yes.
mew like minew.
look ffffags.
stop pretending or thinking you know what the f i am talking a-bout. canada sucks.
but L-ayme is still and always is L-ayme.
this secret informant.
has no more time to raymitheminx the shit out of herself. the pain and all that crepe is too real. and all that. and dont assume. you ever know the truth. truths. or troofs. help me figure out why i relate to jack kerouac and john nash first, the real ones. one i am related to. the other one, i am not, and that one i relate to more because i am a comedic genius, and, mania is too true. and there are too many doctors that i am too smart for anyway, so this my friends, the new troofs. are going to be better. keeper yer eyes on these media sopurces – all of them. but dont inform yourself with too much of my pains anymore. im s a r r y i dont have time for t o r o n t o anymore. my agents/ASSistants that i ASSed for all along, the real/faker families. whatev. real love. they knows it. jamie and all th rest. u know how to get me. lemme pay the bills with my own money all along dot com that manic mania
triggers for me real pains that i learned myself:
then what makes it more worse
after that
pain
anger
fear
paranoia
whatever im already bored.
from now on you can read my numbers first
the mathematical equations that no one ever encouraged./ and get that ffffag of a coupland dot com to email me back already. keep working on yer own shit and ill show u the lil pipsqueaks of content i nicely give you
whatever.
kmart rules. and i haven gone there yet.
canada + the brits + french fags + spics + n words + all the other clues = r a y m i.
the real bitch.
and io already missed tony fierce’s backdoor thing today because i am too busy being manic.
be nice to everyone
no more pains for free anymore dot com
gimme at leadt 5 days, then take away half of that u have 2.50, divide it again and then ill be nekkid on some bitch of a beach. all supporters start working on yer own dreams. ill hire you fffags later. layta? doesn’t matter. no more free crap unless u deserve ittt.
full-stop. ran out of canadian cigs already
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March 31, 2003
yes that is a big v8. today i turned twenty and i am spending it in a huge hot tub in a dive motel room and i am not answering fonecalls really or making it so my skin will come into contact with the outside world and i have not slept for a few days and i think maybe i look about 30 so yah the actual fuck off raymi birthday party is on wednesday the 2nd of april at zen lounge bla bla scroll down and read the flyer. anty will also be there. if it doesn’t suck they will let me have that back room every wednesday to do all the stupid shit dances that i do in my bedroom.
dslkjf;esitu;rf
this is the first monday that i have been awake before all of you fags at your office desks
parkdalemiddleton i have a new filming project for you. please do call me using that thing that that canadian guy invented before an american twat thought of it bye.
ps, email parkdaleraymi@hotmail.com a rough estimate of who’s coming
