politics. |
Ok, before you quietly dismiss the rest of this blog, saying, "I don't like to talk about politics..."It's time you fucking started. This is YOUR fucking country, and regardless of what side you're on...
Posted by Rocket Queeen! on Thu, 18 Sep 2008 01:01:00 PST |
This grinds my fucking gears. |
Has anyone besides me noticed that the majority of young nitwits in this fucking city all sound like they're from CALI FUCKING FORNIA?"Yaaahhh, like, she totally doesn't have a cluuuue. It's like, she...
Posted by Rocket Queeen! on Tue, 26 Aug 2008 12:58:00 PST |
definition of CUNT |
A true, valid definition as set forth by my boss, mr f. wood:CantUnderstandNormalThinkingSince you are so clearly hung up on it, I thought to provide you with a definition, to clarify things. Only som...
Posted by Rocket Queeen! on Thu, 24 Jul 2008 06:47:00 PST |
Rule no. 1 for going out with your girls... |
I've said this before, and it bears repeating, but some people STILL don't get it. OK. When you go out with your girls, to any type of drinking establishment, club, lounge, etc...you leave with your g...
Posted by Rocket Queeen! on Thu, 10 Jul 2008 09:53:00 PST |
tangent to the last one. |
this is what i do in the morning before i go to sleep... i wander aimlessly, taking pictures at dawn... i interview the pigeons, admire the trash, document anomalies, then go home. enjoy....
Posted by Rocket Queeen! on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 08:33:00 PST |
i used to wish on the morning star... |
I used to wish on the morning staron chilly mornings while waiting for the buswatching the sun spread her tangerine cum across the skylike radioactive vaselinebut i don't need to wish anymore.what nev...
Posted by Rocket Queeen! on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 04:51:00 PST |
big moon |
there is a big moon tangled on my lipsmy breath is intoxicatedand each word is a sonataalready your hands have found themselves hoveringover the keys of my fleshmy bones hollow drumsand with each touc...
Posted by Rocket Queeen! on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 09:39:00 PST |
new poems. |
untitled Iyour legs red as sandstone, the open chapel of your presence spreads itselfonto my bedsheets like the slow melting of summer heat.I simmer next to you, slowly aching for the tauntof your inf...
Posted by Rocket Queeen! on Wed, 05 Mar 2008 12:05:00 PST |
talkin’ ’bout a revolution! |
OUR SOCIETY, OUR CULTURE, IS MAKING MILLIONS BY BANKING OFF OF WOMENS INSECURITIES.don't fucking buy this shit, that your tits are too small, your ass is too flat, your nose is too wide, your teeth ar...
Posted by Rocket Queeen! on Fri, 29 Feb 2008 07:18:00 PST |
stardust, really? |
i bet your shit don't stink either. in fact, your shit has no smell because it's all precious gems!HA HA HAAAAA. .true enlightenment is not gained through books, seminars, or the experiences of anothe...
Posted by Rocket Queeen! on Fri, 29 Feb 2008 07:15:00 PST |
