all kittens and cool kats in the Portsmouth area must do two things!
Wed- Saintan's Tear Drops at the Muddy River Smoke House
Thur- BRuce Fucking Campbell discusses his new book at the MUB (UNh)
on an Alice in Wonder Land Adventure through staples i fell upon a pack of seventeen sharpies-ohh the colors! Only a mere Lincoln (after rebate! like a siren lureing me in come crash on my shore stealing my three Washingtons)
First, they sat in thier bag and plastic and card board for a days, erotically rubbing agaist the reciet ( and this reciet mind you was a mile long what with the novella the rebate offer took up)getting kicked here and there in pre show frenzy(what a show! Jeff the wonder full sound guy, teen punk rockers caught up in the death throws of male bonding. Otto and Wormdr1v3 complementing our sound like eggs and ketchup, Sickert 's singing and Beating, Vega and the Captain representing, le sigh! and getting home in time for a somewhat erking episode of Mad Mad House. fuck shes a witch, why dose the wool go over her eyes so easily!promises promise next week)
at long last, two days ago i played the housewrecker and sperated the sharpies from thier lover(and placed the novella reicet on top of my finished tax returns and letters to my Nana that i never mail out) peeled their steal proof skin and put them in my Beetlejuice mug( the picks that used to live there are still laying belly up on the hardwood floor like chipped nail polish)
i have been lost in portaits ever since. these perma markers cut through white paper like blades on a fourteen year old misfits skin! (sitting on the roof taping leaves into her theater arts journal, just learnig that her "uncle " Jerry died of brain cancer laughing and crying and whispering) the pinkie side of my right hand is tie-dyed!
And not to mention the fumes the markies give off. my dreams have been so ....
****washing my hands for the uptenth time, wishing the ghost (lets be honest, fucking zombie) of my first love would stay in its grave and out of my dreams and that Slyvia Plath had never killed herelf ; thinking of drawing a potriate of YOU!****
Wed- Saintan's Tear Drops at the Muddy River Smoke House
Thur- BRuce Fucking Campbell discusses his new book at the MUB (UNh)
on an Alice in Wonder Land Adventure through staples i fell upon a pack of seventeen sharpies-ohh the colors! Only a mere Lincoln (after rebate! like a siren lureing me in come crash on my shore stealing my three Washingtons)
First, they sat in thier bag and plastic and card board for a days, erotically rubbing agaist the reciet ( and this reciet mind you was a mile long what with the novella the rebate offer took up)getting kicked here and there in pre show frenzy(what a show! Jeff the wonder full sound guy, teen punk rockers caught up in the death throws of male bonding. Otto and Wormdr1v3 complementing our sound like eggs and ketchup, Sickert 's singing and Beating, Vega and the Captain representing, le sigh! and getting home in time for a somewhat erking episode of Mad Mad House. fuck shes a witch, why dose the wool go over her eyes so easily!promises promise next week)
at long last, two days ago i played the housewrecker and sperated the sharpies from thier lover(and placed the novella reicet on top of my finished tax returns and letters to my Nana that i never mail out) peeled their steal proof skin and put them in my Beetlejuice mug( the picks that used to live there are still laying belly up on the hardwood floor like chipped nail polish)
i have been lost in portaits ever since. these perma markers cut through white paper like blades on a fourteen year old misfits skin! (sitting on the roof taping leaves into her theater arts journal, just learnig that her "uncle " Jerry died of brain cancer laughing and crying and whispering) the pinkie side of my right hand is tie-dyed!
And not to mention the fumes the markies give off. my dreams have been so ....
****washing my hands for the uptenth time, wishing the ghost (lets be honest, fucking zombie) of my first love would stay in its grave and out of my dreams and that Slyvia Plath had never killed herelf ; thinking of drawing a potriate of YOU!****
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mohollyweird:
morning!!! 
hexe_____:
I like FP. It's a little different than their other stuff. I dig it. 