When changing one's lifestyle, the first week always seems the hardest.

Blown to the maxim, two hemispheres colliding. Suck it up, take a breath, off of death.

Music has always been spiritual to me, but then maybe we are just a bunch of monkeys throwing our limbs around to the sounds of nature. The dumb are most intrigued by the drum? Maybe, but I think not...

Drive my car, into the ocean...

Nothing beats harcore lusty sex. I'm a lucky fuck. For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge.

I don't know about you guys, but like a friend said "quitting drinking only makes me want to drink even more."

Home, is where I want to be, pick me up and turn me round, I feel numb.

I'll never learn, I'm the kid who was told not to put his hand on the stove because it's hot and I'll burn myself, and now my hand has seared into a steak of some sort...

And I've got my A1 and knives out.

Do you care if I WHAM my OINGO-BOINGO into your VELVET UNDERGROUND?

I didn't go to my family's house for thanksgiving, I had it with Mike's family. Everytime I go to my family functions I have to drink because I fucking hate bremerton with a firey passion and then I get asked questions from my parents like "what do you want outta life, what are you going to do!" What do I want!? I wanna get fucking smashed drunk ( Read more... )

Why don't you dance with me, I'm not no limburger!?