Some Bitches are Feens.

Fuck explaining this beautiful vulgarity.
Very powerful viewing, EVEN WITH A DECK OF FIFTY ONE.
Go on, orgasm.

Now, I haven't written anything in a while because, well, fuck, maybe I can't be fucked.
You and the computer you logged in on can fuck off back where you came from.
What the fuck you think?
I got a roach motel in my ashtray and I'm now a responsible adult.
Well, a couple of years late never hurt anyone, except maybe in World War II.

Pagan Fagin's are leading the kids joined at the hip to become vegan heathens. I keep my feelings bottled up, just to ejaculate onto your mirror.
DO YOU FIND YOURSELF IN THE TEXT, DO YOU RESENT THE HEX PLACED UPON YOU WHEN YOU WERE DRUNK?
IS IT NECESSARY FOR SOMETHING TO OF HAPPENED ON A TV SHOW OR A MOVIE OR IN A BOOK FOR IT TO BE REFLECTED IN YOUR OWN CONSCIOUS LIFE OR CAN YOU JUST EXPERIENCE YOUR LIFE AND THEN DENOTE IT LATER?
Slamdance to it.
DO YOU CHOOSE TO FOLLOW YOUR OWN FACIAL EXPRESSIONS TO THE ARROW POINT OF THE STORY?
ZOOT IN YOUR SPACESUIT, DUSTED ON PLANET CUSTARD.
He didn't even know who he was, he came on with no face, mouth leaking toothpaste, well at least that's what I thought it was, technically suffice, loaded dice, dynamite placed precise.
HOW CAN I MAKE PROPER AND CLEAR DECISIONS?
I CAN'T.

You're all fucking suspect when I puff the ism.
"You thought I was weak? Ha, let me speak."

I got recognised from something once. I was there. I did things I can't really consider memorable but others do. I perform a circus parody of The Truman Show for you all.

"God sent me to piss the world off."

Who?
I was only 15, chasing kids for all day tickets.
Let's just be friends!

The World Cup has me pretty hooked lately. So does Words With Friends.
I KNOW WHY I DON'T WRITE ON THIS FUCKING THING ANYMORE.
NO, NOW I FORGOT.

BECAUSE I ALWAYS END UP BERATING THE SAME SUBJECTS IN AN ENDLESS TIRADE OF HATE AND PAIN AND DRUG INDUCED DEPRESSION.

I can't believe I actually forgot that. Early onset?
I did used to smoke with an alfoil conepiece alot.
Fuck.

"But you don't understand my point of view, I guess there's nothing I can do."

No way.
I was at The Moon the other night, and to the dude who ripped off The Doors - People are Strange, DON'T PLAY THE HARMONICA EVER FUCKING AGAIN, AND I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF YOU JUST BOUGHT IT AND YOU AREN'T USED TO IT YET, PUT IT IN IT'S BOX AND PUT IT TO SLEEP LAD.

"Girl, you'll be a woman soon."

At least I'm not using my old formula. I feel like I changed the oil or something.
And it feels good.
TRY TRANSCRIBING A THOUSAND DEAD RODENTS DREAMS ONTO A PLATE OF PURE SILVER AND TELL ME HOW IT FELT.

The Death's head reared, and the ghosts in the weed smoke scared it away.
Ride on, ride.

I'm going to start putting these into podcasts soon so you can just listen to my inane rants while your riding your customised bicycles and driving your P plate emblazoned cars.
When I work it all out, YOU'LL BE THE FIRST TO KNOW.

"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men.
Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will,
Shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness for he is truly his brother's keeper,
and the finder of lost children.
And I will strike down upon thee,
with great vengeance and furious anger,
Those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers.
And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee. "

The Internet is right, always.

EVEN WHEN YOU PUT IT ON A PLANE.

And she's your sister.

Adopted.

The encyclopedia of Indian Reservations.
It's your dad speaking.
Turn that shitbox off because secret suckers got pulled into a family matter.
Pop bottles, not shots.
Medication track athletes foot, charging fifty bucks a bag of soot, the chest blest with continous treatment, defeatist behavior makes sure coppers stay bent, I used to buy nangs instead of paying rent.
New Jack City with a ginger recipe, no tears of angels to clean up the shit we see.

We go back and forth with no choice but to destroy all that you know, because soon enough you go. To a happy place or a cadet in space we all go somewhere.

I'm going home.

X Files Roolz.

I'm going to fail uni. True.
Designed Kareena's new tattoo.
D5's, Xanax and red wine.
Spas are the new black.
Dope Shit is back.
I've had nothing to say, so I don't say shit,
Learn the rules little soldier, you might gain wisdom, legit.