FULL-TILT TRANNY PORN

Whose gonna give a shit, whose gonna take the call, when you find out that the road ahead is painted on the wall?
Randall had hit his limit. On his second beer, working toward his third, with the blurry shadow of that day's latest tragedy going numb in his frontal lobe, he sat back and glared. If he was being evaluated, (which wouldn't be a bad idea), the doc would say that he suffered from acute derision. Some would say Schizophrenia, but who's keeping track these days? The thing is, Randall would let his mind go wherever his body would never follow. Into a possible future, a dream of sorts. His lover, some magical being who came out of nowhere to rescue him from himself, to show him that life has its uncanny ability to right itself, this person...sometimes female, sometimes male, but mostly faceless, was beside him. A faceless she-male. Okay. Felicity Huffman. Anyway, they would sit there. And they were in cahoots.
The reality, was far from this dream, this fantasy....Randall hated that fucking word. His dreams carried him through the "off-air" moments, the times when he couldn't get fucked up and lose track of what's what. Those moments, when the pain was sharp and hollow, a resounding whine that seeped from the epicenter of his bones, those moments, when he knew what-was-what, the "reality phone" would ring and he would let it sing...He'd just as soon use the time alone. The sadness was like a crabgrass and vine, it grew grew grew and choked him while he was sleeping. But perched, on the edge of his bed, his beautiful lie would be there for him, sitting there, standing guard....two peas in a pod, in cahoots.

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I'm listening to a dramatized version of Tim LaHaye's Christian series "LEFT BEHIND" and let me tell you, I'm fucking hooked. AHHHHHHH! I need to ascend! I must believe in the Christ Lord in order to ascend, I MUST NOT BE LEFT BEHIND!!!! For those who have been left behind have been smitten with the quagmire of Christ's origional sin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes indeedy.
Anyway, last night, I took a break from the Christianity, which, I'm sorry, just fucking depresses me for some reason (ergo, the above blog entry), and I walked downtown for a midnight shopping spree at SEX WORLD. Of course, I was drunk. Anycrap, I found some amazing LARGESS porn that I'm sending to a friend of mine, and I also found an issue of PLAYGIRL which features the Enron CEOS. That cheered me up a little. Anycrap, on my way back, I got stopped by the cops. They thought I was dealing drugs. They checked my bags, saw the PLAYGIRL and LARGESS porn and sent me on my way. I think they would have been more comforted if they found crack cocaine on my person, but no, they found freakish porn. They let me go, obiviously wierded out. I returned and fell asleep listening to LEFT BEHIND, and my dreams were vivid, but unmemorable.