what the fuck am I trying to do to myself, I all already survived one fucking fire
that was cool though, noone died, or got seriously hurt, just a bunch of burnt shopping
but it hurt
a car blew up, a pontiac, fuck yeh, live, die. buy american
I was sleeping, gonna get up bright and early for work, had my shit together
now
I'm a complete fucking mess
dont have a job
jerking off to unremarkable porn
oh, let me light some candles and sandle would what the fuck
whats the fucking word
must be the rotting stench of melted plastic/.
at least it didnt catch the 20 or so books of matches or the disposable lighter below
oh I know the word,,, its got the smell of death all over it
dried and refined, perfumed fucking aroma therapy,
well fuck it I'm out of smokes
well at least my festering scorched corpse would have had the pleasant odor of chapped leather and sage
fucking whats the fucking word...
stones are cast by those who want to hurt me, words are meaningless if nobody hears me, sticks of incense are in a rapid blaze there inferno of chipoli emitting sutt a smog of dandelion whispers, christ this sounds like a chris christopherson song
"well when I was mopping gizz out of johnny cash's personal out house in nashville oneday, I smelled something burning and ran to see what it was
just as the filfthy sludge that was once the bucket of chloronated. detergent lacened, bleach consentrated tap h20 poured out as I literary kicked the bucket, hehe, you get it, ,, over, I kicked the bucket over on accident, you know, the metaphore, oh come on people use it all the time, man I'm not that old,,, why. eh. why ah just the other day this fella comes up to me on the drinking fountain by where the back nine starts, and he turns to me while lacing his spikes, kinda glancing back, like I farted or something, really cut one, big bowl of texas chili and deviled eggs sort of a mess in my pants, you know that look, and this little fella just looks at me all auspiciously and says, didja here, ol dirty bastard kicked the bucket.."
i was fucking shocked.
that was cool though, noone died, or got seriously hurt, just a bunch of burnt shopping
but it hurt
a car blew up, a pontiac, fuck yeh, live, die. buy american
I was sleeping, gonna get up bright and early for work, had my shit together
now
I'm a complete fucking mess
dont have a job
jerking off to unremarkable porn
oh, let me light some candles and sandle would what the fuck
whats the fucking word
must be the rotting stench of melted plastic/.
at least it didnt catch the 20 or so books of matches or the disposable lighter below
oh I know the word,,, its got the smell of death all over it
dried and refined, perfumed fucking aroma therapy,
well fuck it I'm out of smokes
well at least my festering scorched corpse would have had the pleasant odor of chapped leather and sage
fucking whats the fucking word...
stones are cast by those who want to hurt me, words are meaningless if nobody hears me, sticks of incense are in a rapid blaze there inferno of chipoli emitting sutt a smog of dandelion whispers, christ this sounds like a chris christopherson song
"well when I was mopping gizz out of johnny cash's personal out house in nashville oneday, I smelled something burning and ran to see what it was
just as the filfthy sludge that was once the bucket of chloronated. detergent lacened, bleach consentrated tap h20 poured out as I literary kicked the bucket, hehe, you get it, ,, over, I kicked the bucket over on accident, you know, the metaphore, oh come on people use it all the time, man I'm not that old,,, why. eh. why ah just the other day this fella comes up to me on the drinking fountain by where the back nine starts, and he turns to me while lacing his spikes, kinda glancing back, like I farted or something, really cut one, big bowl of texas chili and deviled eggs sort of a mess in my pants, you know that look, and this little fella just looks at me all auspiciously and says, didja here, ol dirty bastard kicked the bucket.."
i was fucking shocked.
If you're under the impression that being smart and having a girlfriend make anything easier, you are way off base. Not to be ungrateful for these things, but I'm still going to complain. Now, always.
As for the above...well, at least no one got hurt. But yeah, I hear ya.