cklarock

Thank you for all the happy birthday comments, for real. This has been overall the kindest birthday Ive had in a long time, and you are a part of that. I think you set the new comment count record for me. Even you spamming muhfuckas who wont read this journal ever again get some gratitude, in a form youll never see.

Peace, dont spend it all in one place.


PAST LIVES (or FUUUUUCK, NOT YOU FUCKERS AGAIN!):

Most of you will never meet me. Some of you will. Some of you are currently on a karmic collision course with my life, and at least one of you is a karmic arc-light strike on my current exposed position; you know who you are . . . so call a muhfucka. (Welcome to my reality, please make yourself comfortable, and please make a note of all slain illusions for bookkeeping purposes. Place a mark in either the column incidental death, or take that, fucking ck.)

The rest of you are in all reality window dressing for me, and I for you, and barring any further acts of murder, mayhem and massacre, we will never be born again to be together.

So PLEASE REFRAIN FROM KILLING ME. IM TRYING TO GET OFF THIS STUPID PLANET.

Thank you.