You have got to be fucking shitting me. What a steaming pile of indignant fucking horseshit. Bullshit. I call total bullshit. Not fucking fair at fucking all.
Just watched the last episode of Twin Peaks. Want to know what’s weird? All that red room, black lodge shit? I understood that. Everything was making perfect sense. Sure, I heard the warnings. I was told my head would explode. But I’m watching the episode, and the more I watch, the more it makes sense. I’m thinking, aha, there is no conclusion; this is the conclusion. I’m getting all this surreal crap. It’s crystal.
It wasn’t until Coop made it back into reality that I lost my mind. NOT FUCKING RIGHT.
I want to pull a Windom Earle on David Lynch. I’m going to find some spiders and an electro-shock dog collar and we’re going to see the rest of this fucking t.v. show.