One Handsome Muthafucka!

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Time to wrap this up. Again. But before I sign out I want to record that I expected very little from this particular Friday night: I was gassed/irradiated to the point that I was able to get only about 5 or 6 hours of sleep; furthermore, I was similarly treated during a two hour attempt at a nap later in the afternoon.

So I am very pleased with the results I have read. Apparently, 'sleep deprivation' does not necessarily work in favor of the Judeo-faggot forces which surround me. I have noticed this more than once.

Finally, since I became convinced that 'skin gas' did not really exist, I began to search for a defense. My first choice - on the spur of the moment - was a nine dollar disposable camera from King Soopers. Radiation will cloud the negatives such that the photographs I take will be degraded, at the very least.

And one thing leads to another: I am toying with the idea of buying a digital camera and adding a visual component to this blog. I have one favorite photograph from the late '70's which I would love to share with you. It is a photograph of me, on Acid, on the couch in the Family Room just before we all began to watch The Love Boat. I am one handsome muthafucka!

(But that will require yet another addition to my personal technology in the form of a 'scanner.' Oh, well.)

Nighty-night