i could get bed-pissin' hammered for 30000000000 days. however, more likely, i'd just chug fifty year old scotch and raspberry lambic every day for a year until i cold dehydrated and turned into superberrycocaine ( Read more... )

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you could spend a night with her and wake up.

that's posterity.

O, comic book queens, leave me to my devices.

wish i had devices; all's i've got is a gee-tar.

fuck.

wellll, let's go through the last bit of humanity i had, eh?

took my exams, drunk or hungover.

i guess that's about it.

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persimmons suck. it's like a bittersweet tomato jerk black-grape-with-a-pit that tears moisture from your mouth with its copper sandwich after taste. fuck persimmons ( Read more... )

man, i just left my room for circa a minute, and was instantly reminded of this horrible person i used to know in and around about 8th grade ( Read more... )

yeah, fuckin robin trower jokes and shit ( Read more... )

i don't know if i had mentioned this before (it is entirely possible), but black convicts are supposed to mellow out as they pair off. they remain aggressive fish, but complacent in their role as fish, er, well i don't really know anything about fish outside of aesthetics and how they just kinda squirt stuff out all over the place to make new fish ( Read more... )