I am starving to death, but no one can feed me. My arms are tied behind my back and nothing sounds delicious. Nothing makes my mouth water. Everybody is so inspired. Everybody is an asshole. Road blocked, is me ( Read more... )

Gang fights, fucking blood, and guts. Do you know who I am?

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You are what you eat and you are only as good as the company you keep. Chances are if you're hanging out with Adolf Hitler over a nice, chilled, bottle of champagne the two of you must have something in common.
I drink alone.

They say revenge is a dish best served cold, so we waited in the wings. Three hundred and sixty five days of refrigeration and finally it was time to serve. We set the table kindly not even knowing the day had arrived. Place your napkins gently in your laps and enjoy ( Read more... )

I am swollen and bruised up beyond repair. Internal bleeding. Some wounds never heal. Some of us will bleed to death. I have been keeping my eyes open for god. Searching for the holy spirit. I need some good news, can you tell me any ( Read more... )

Everything is backwards like I'm at a Kriss Kross concert or something. This city is a graveyard. I am laying flowers and mourning the deaths of all who have been lost. I'm next. Grey hair and a wilting spine. So dramatic.
Of course.
Everyone is a fucking asshole. I have cats and nothing better to do.
See you never. My door is locked.

There is no god and the world is ending. The world is ruled by Cruella Deville and puppies are dying everywhere. There is litter and shit and the destruction of the ozone layer. Polar ice caps are melting. Polar bears are dying. Everyone is hungry or addicted to crack. Right ( Read more... )

The best part about bull shit is you can find it anywhere. This is the suck. Welcome to Viet Nam. Welcome to rapid machine gun fire and a high death count. Here is where I am ( Read more... )

There is nothing to say in my defense. I am a free ramblin man. I sleep until noon, at least.

Sometimes life is a graveyard and you are buried up to your neck. You are gasping for air and worms are nipping at your toes. Thats when it is time to buy a gun and head north.

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