your all mother bitches...

i smell as bad as your luck.

i had a passing thought that "indian summer" by the Doors was the most romantic song i've ever heard, i'm not much on romance, but that one got me......

i change my mind, it's not, it's got a good feel, but lacks substance......just like most romance......

Now, I am living out my life in my corner, taunting myself with the spiteful and useless consolation that an intelligent man cannot become anything seriously, and it is only the fool who becomes anything ( Read more... )

'a whiter shade of pale", Proctol Harum = Dostoevsky's "Notes from the Underground".......... and nobody cares.

since i've started this job i've noticed a few things ( Read more... )

i walked into the bar
backround salsa music had everyone in the mood.
i noticed a afro american man in a black fur coat
smoozing this firty-five year old woman......
it was sick.

Drunk time, is a special time, an alternate reality, a sort of twilight zone if you will ( Read more... )

do vegans cow tip?

did the Nazi's eat Kosher food?

You still haven't realized this is your funeral ( Read more... )