eyeball mito

-keeps strangely quiet-
just now, somebody was pressing my eyeball upwards. it went up up up and then i went up up up and i fell ill and i sang a stupid song to the heavens and i didn't
say that!

-loses armpits into book-
-prods brain-
-attempts to remove chin from jaw-

HEY LISTEN TO THIS!
this part from the book.
oneday the boogieman are going ta come out of their closets and start parading down the high street! they'll be marching for equal rights, and your head on a platter as their worst oppresser...
-falls over shouting loudly-
is that meantobe funnee says uh uh uh misting something and john says if you're lucky and a pack of cigarettes boogied towards the man who was speaking just now.
DO WAN! YOU COR-PEE THIS PART!
is this supposed tobe an entry? ah, nevermind. the john person asked the other cigarette who spoke just down --
MISER LAH! IS NOT MISTER! DING DEE DING! you turned my brain off for nothing.

save the typist!

-stuffs fingers into nostrils and attempts friction-
-peels off plaster stupidly-
my plaster is plump like a chicken. -scrubs wound- it not ah wound! it is justeh seempil cart.