I’m going to type today’s post with my elbows because my fingers don’t have anything to say.
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Nope, elbows don’t work.
My laptop doesn’t like it – it won’t stop shouting at me in it’s pingy little laptop voice.
Right elbow knocked me back a page and I had to try again
then one of them brought up my Favourites list
then a big sound options box thing came up and I don’t know what the fuck it was but it looked complicated
then I gave up.
Ah — wait a minute – look, look – it worked, my elbows wrote something.
a message from my elbows
the first ever known message from elbows
like the first communication from aliens
this is a sign.
I don’t know what it’s a sign OF but it’s a sign.
u = me
fat = fat
8 = a picture of what my elbows think I look like
MY ELBOWS ARE BULLYING ME
THEY HATE ME
THEY WANT TO KILL ME
THE POINTY FUCKERS ARE PLOTTING
what are they plotting?
i don’t know but i bet if they could reach my eyes they’d poke and poke at them and try to poke them out like my eyelashes do when they’re trying to kill me
i cut my eyelashes off
can i cut my elbows off?
i can’t cut them off, can i?
i could do ONE but if i did ONE i’d leave myself defenceless against THE OTHER ONE.
what do i do, what do i do?
i’m going to strap them to my knees
my knees are my friends
they’ve NEVER tried to kill me
they’ve never bullied me
they’ve never called me names
they’ve never tried to poke my eyes out
or strangle me
or suffocate me
my knees will SAVE ME
right, i’m going to strap them now
try an kill me now bastards
you can;t can you
i have to go its hard to type