Or better yet, Peter Russell Clarke: "Where's the cheese?" Argh, memories of being a kid in Australia. Now, that was freedom fries ( Read more... )

I like this place. It reminds me how polluted and horribly mutated culture has become. What else is there besides a whipped body of hope eating dirt of despair.

Jesus, it's too late, damn article to be finished.

Oh yeah...there is it ( Read more... )

Argh

Old sleepy eye about to get burned out and godzilla will float on my pupils. Ha. The trick is to make what you are doing interesting because boredom is the ivy of corruption. It leaves nothing but a dull rash and what we want is our brains to be tattooed with memory not some dopey predictibility. Give me a minute. Where's the jolly green

Maybe the deviation is the key to everything, all else is jaundice and weak, while searching for the razor point of any edge is really an expansion of self. To be lost in that train of thought is the jesus, whoa, I say unto you, whoa, and god will be just another crazy white guy with a urine beard that has a tale to tell over poorboy wine.

Yes, driving around town with a super stick of happy mota. A baby Camberwell Carrot ( Read more... )

I am so tired, I really should get some sleep. Todd says that it's all the partying I do. I told him that I am a college student and I listen to alternative music so I am cool and that's why I am sleepy. Still, he annoyed me when I called him yesterday. He just played his Sony Playstation while I tried to talk to him about the Everclear concert ( Read more... )

What horror
is a hound
the fiber
gone dead
lemon
to step
is a
swamp
of
cheap gut

Late/ beer blandness ( Read more... )

The stand-up and snap your neck kind of rhythm. Ugh ( Read more... )