Busy as a fucking bumblebee on crack. Yeah. That's right, I said crack.

Beyond.

... and it felt so fucking good...

I've been picked ( Read more... )

Lucy... you've got some splainin' to do ( Read more... )

We spent three days driving. (I) spent three days driving. So many things have changed and obsessive reflection is almost gone. Why? I heard somewhere (or lots of wheres) that that you can only be yourself and nothing more. That's not true. We are all actresses in our own way. It catches up with you, believe me ( Read more... )

I can't think of a song to write... or an entry.

The birth of the cool is the beginning of the chill ( Read more... )

In the beginning, there was light. In the end ( Read more... )

If I had a bird for everytime she was shady, I'd be covered in fucking birdshit. That's right! I would be covered in fucking bird shit ( Read more... )

This is one of those mornings. The old mind's already moving quickly and I haven't had a cup of coffee yet. An older guy at the gas station told me he was going sick me on the attendant's father ( Read more... )