day 7, it occured to me that bringing this journal was probably not the best idea. i had only enuff room for this or the emergency flairs. at the time it seemed that this would be the smarter option, people need to know what happend... however its now pain-steakingly obvious that if i die this book will get thrown into the ocean...or eaten. but regardless i continue to document our journey in hopes that if i do die whomever eats this book will get ink-poisoning.

day 8, im so thirsty i automaticly masturbate at the thot of water.order to keep those thots at bay; i instead think of... roses... and how they need water, DAMMIT AGAIN?! because we have failed numerous times at catching a fish to eat, bruno and i are planning the mimes... "departure". i can't wait, i love chicken!

day 9, we did it. we finnally did it. we ate the mime last nite. we hit him in the head with this very book. luckly there are only a few places where i cant write because of the blood spots. after the deed was done we tasted our fine kill. it needed salt. but of course there is no lack of which in the ocean, so we splashed him with salt water and began. there is no mistake, that was a VERY bad idea. for 1 thing we missed the mime we entertained us with this antics, like drinkin our urine. not to metion that without him, it is inevitable that i and bruno will turn against eachother with out a common enemy to distract us. and 2ndly, i am REALLLY thursty now.... 1 thing is for sure, i MUST survive.

day 10, i think im hallusinating. ruffly 40ft away i see another boat, with another castawaylike us... only he's not human.... hes a penis.....


to be continued.... again....