Get some rest, take some time to regroup. You'll be back on your feet, soon.

trouble with stream-of-consciousness writings-- ya gotta be conscious.. always been a problem with me..

hi phatty, you sound like you're going a little mad. i like your conversations with yourself. you have people in your head dancing around like twisted ballerinas spinning and making you dizzy? FFS? what's that ? hope you are happy. just wanted to say hi =)

Didn't Louis Carroll write some of his best stuff while heavily 'medicated'?

I can see how night and boobs could be in the same thought.

Sorry about the headaches and the nausea. I posted pole dancers a few days ago, if that helps. No bare boobs, but thighs that could cut you in half, if you like that sort of thing.

I think you're your doing pretty well in writing all this down...
a sense of release, just getting it all out of your head
it's prolly just the way to go at this time ...you will always get a comment/feedback!

Phat, stop looking for inspiration: write something: a descriptive piece about the landscape; or a piece of journalism; or an essay on your favourite topic; or answer this question: how come all the bad - and I mean really bad - kings have this fantastic reputation, but the occasional nice one, who just wanted to uphold the laws, keep out of any wars, and keep taxes to an absolute minimum has a terrible reputation, assuming anyone can remember them, anyway?

2000 words as quick as you like.

I like BooBs 80085 (8008+8008). What's wrong with writing a heartfelt piece about the glandular bottle?(can you tell I was a bottle baby?) It could be a Trilogy boobs, buttocks, & vajayjays or a septology add in lips, feet(yeah we know you), necks & eyes hell you could delve into some seriously weird perversions and have a blog a day for the year. Hell you could write a stream of consciousness piece while watching "Two Girls One Cup" (I vomited a little just typing it.) If good drugs prevented writers from working we'd not have Byron, Hemmingway, Poe, Hendrix, Cobain, Coltrane, or any of what I suspect are the majority of notable authors. Let the drugs do the writing for awhile and if you need a new account for them then do it, what's the worst you play free thught games that give an alias a bad reputation who eFkin cares. My condolences on your brain pains though they never help nothing.

Yeah, you got my vote for an episodic brain dump on BOOBS. Never have too many of them around. Another case of too many being not enough. Funny thing! I thought of you a couple of hours ago when my espresso maching exploded and hemoraged everywhere. I wonder why I thought of you. I did think of a couple of other people as well but that's because I use their names as expletives. HAHAHA, Imagine me standing in front of a rupturing espresso machine screaming 'PHAT PHAT PHAT BLOODY PHATING PHAT!" At least you know I'm thinking of you. Back to the swearing, Now that I've written that, I kinda like it. PHAT PHAT PHAT. Love it. Get better soon as possible sport, I miss ya. - In a bloke sort of way!! xoxoxo

I hope your espresso pot is a stove top because the idea of a compression machine exploding on your counter scares me.

I'm a real Aussie! Of course I have a compression machine, my espresso wouldn't be an espresso without it, not to forget the dusting of coco on top and the dark, sticky grains of sugar.
As for the explosion. Everything explodes in this bus it seems. Cans of drink, espresso machines, on occasion, me.