something hit me as i was reading over hamasaki ayumi's bio on wikipedia and thinking about giving my coworker xing kang palm to the back of the head. i either need to marry a REALLY stable woman who'll settle me down by administrating sex nightly or i have to marry an absolute nutcase. i think hamasaki ayumi is absolutely insane. maybe a step ahead of me (i think she really wants to turn into a cat while i just see nuclear bombs hitting at ground zero around people i hate on a daily basis). i'm thinking that naturally i'm the type of person no one would ever expect would have any commonality or chance with a woman like that. hell, she's dating that prick faggot from Tokio supposedly. and i hate everything about her. so by that definition, that would almost make a perfect match. i think she's probably on massive amounts of coke, crack and whatever to give her inspiration. but what if she can't attain a higher form of high through chemical substances? what if i'm something like a higher substance for people? my inspirations are all natural, stimulated by forces i cannot explain (maybe it's this weird combo of day old Chicago style pizza with 10 Munchkin donuts from Dunkin' Donuts and orange Gatorade along with waking up at 5:25 am, watching old Venom Bad Hair Kung Fu movies and working for a shit company like HLIKK). either way, i have this odd feeling that if i had a day with her, we'd click (given that there would be no language barrier). it's scary....and strangely soothing at the same time. not soothing in a fetishistic sexual fantasy manner, but just oddly soothing. like meeting Jim Morrison along Sunset Blvd in LA while discussing birth control back in the 70's.
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