I'm sticking my head down the toilet.

Don't you love my beautiful mind?

Don't be fooled.

"River Phoenix" is the code to get into my bank account.

Holy shit!

The gospel according to Mary.

I hear noises.

WTF.

"Don't overthink this. You're ready, kid."

My dad was a fucking loser.

Can't sleep.

She comes.

I can't see straight.

She had chicken legs, but whatever.

Dreams!

The medication works most of the time.

The snakes in my head.

Found.

I lost my Michael Jackson glove.

Baby, baby!

Code.

Everyone has a theory.

Snakes and dragons.

The choir is singing at the top of their lungs.

It happens all the time.

Do you really think I'll live a long life?

Eyes shut. I don't hear the drones anymore.

Everything just better in dreams and I almost don't know what's real anymore, but there's paradise on a dark side of Earth's eleventh moon.

'It's bad in Hollywood right now,' says the snake.

'Snake-bitten by sin, mumbling and rambling words from a cool, unknown Bob Dylan song....'

Time's up!

I'm high and sedated on a catchy little number.

'Mother is like my pet.'

Time moves crazy-slow.

I'm sleeping with the fishes.

It's a disgusting brown sludge.

I thought to myself, a little yellow bus probably transported them to a low-level military academy.

I touched a poisonous snake.

It sucked.