Calgary is no place for a sarong

I wonder what an actual catholic school child would do if they ended up pen-palling with an inmate serving multiple life sentences with no chance of parole because of the whole "cannibalism thing" he was charged with. I wonder!
My day-walker freckles are starting to fade into the ever growing expanse of albino complexion that seems to be dominating my skin these days. Spring is coming though and the frozen wastelands of ice and death are starting to give way to robins and a fine layer of dried up salt on everything, making me wonder if Jesus or Yahweh or Allah rubbed one out a few days back.
My brain seems to get explosive diarrhea every time i try to spit something out on here. The bad kind, which sucks. It's also nearly 4:31am as i type this so what do you honestly expect?
I miss the Toronto night-life, Calgary is sorely lacking in that respect. I still managed to get Vietnamese at 2 something in the morning though so at least it's not a complete ghost town once the bars close and the machismo meat sacks make it home to their precious bimbo's.
Anyway I'm going to go smoke my brains out and then maybe sleep.
Need to post something on here about argon particles and breathing, it's an interesting concept.

Oh and Allen Ginsberg is a total twat for knowing he was going to be important at a very young age. first journals and poems 1937 - 1952 an interesting read.