disastrophe

IM WASHING MY MOUTH OUT WITH SCOPE RIGHTNOW, ITS IN REAL TIME

"its probably not as good as something like....pet sounds"

the great move of 03-04. alger hiss wasnt a spy no matter what those fuckin hippies said. so like right now im ready to face those accusations head on. first of all, yes i do have a dick. hahahaha, real funny, takiing my head and photoshopping it onto an overweight woman. real clever guys. secondly, yes my dick does have funny spots all over it. i talked to my doctor and he said that was completely abnormal and he gave me meds for it. finally, its true what they say about liechty's. their weeweeteetee's do in fact bend 90 degrees to the left about halfway up. anyone who says any different is a liar.
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dancin makes me happy
when im smellin crappy
lovely lovely eyes
makes me wanna cry(s)
highway to the home(d)
where i once roamed
im a really bad poet.
so by all means suck it.
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she ordered pizza and then asked about her kids, LIKE WHO WOULDNT???

an addendum to the previous:
to that fat nameless fuck: why is it that your stupid offthecuff remark made me completely relook the last few months of my life....asshole

also, a new piece called: how to confuse the fuck outta spencer
1. Be a complete stranger and introduce yourself by saying "i really like your pants." how the hell do i respond to that?
ill be updating this piece periodically

to yuri: thanks much for moving my grade up to a 4. brings my gpa up to a 3.3. i love you and want to make a baby with you a la "Junior"
to the shemale who was eyeballing me in line at Se Wrappe: jesus christ are you a man or a woman? seriously, you look like grizzly adams, and that mystery bulge in your britches is freaking me out. also, why does it matter how exactly i spell my name? all you're doing is calling it out so i can get my damn chicken caeser wrap. fuck, you could have spelled it Spinzurplac and i still would have known the motherfucker was for me. im the only one around here, bitch.
to livesay: LOLOLOLO u cussed in clazz OMG u r 2 funn-e. for christ sake, any dumbfuck can curse (look at me!). also, you have ginormous titties for a man, and as for all your self-righteous bullshit about marriage and sex, it would be a little different if you were in some way attractive. you look like something a retarded badger shat out.
to jobs: fuck you
to german class: please for the love of god stay with me




"He thought big and called it a phallic"
-Black Francis

We found your children by the tavern door
With wooden buttons and an appple core
Playing house
And telling everyone you'd drowned
-iron & wine

sxsw is going to be sweet. iron and wine, modest mouse (!), the walkmen, TV on the radio (who i hear is quite sweet) junior senior! what an insane line-up. terrific

here we go again, another useless phrase which only shows us our inadequacies. rolling through thoughts, one by one by one, until gradually we find what it is our dear narrator is trying to say. my brothers, let us not act out these childish desires; rather, let's ascend into the highest regions of our internal architecture. act how we should, speak how we should, know these truths as we should. throwing off the mantle of adolescence, evolving into the near perfect creatures that we truly are. we are so close, the sweet scent of life itself is practically tickling our noses. but alas, there is still a ways to go, and many will not stay the course. to these weak individuals we say, "almost, friend." and carefully watch their downfall, for it very possibly could be our own. learn from their mistakes, and better ourselves. never scoff at their demise. empathize for their position, and show them our lovingkindness, just as our narrator showed us his.

you fuckin die! i said....to her....YOU FUCKIN DIE! huh? what? no no, i was talkin to kim. i said you fuckin die. no i uh we were just goofin around. no no it didnt have anything to do with anything. she said "dont anyone touch my stuff" and i said you fuckin die, like that. i was finishing her part for her. yknow what i mean?

after a huge drawn out post, the pictures(integral) dont seem to work. i am one super pissed azn

lets not shit ourselves

yet

a grand social revolution

*in progress*

now you little monkeys can post about what a raging faggot i am; Godspeed.

also, i cant win

Fue a jugar por la playa. And i had fun. Well look at this shit. The taskbar shows other searches i might be looking for, based on the content of the page im looking out now (teh blog). #1? Gay guys. Goddamn, i hate technology. as if i dont get that enough from my family. fuck you internet