I am my own worst enemy.
I'm so tired.....
pissing in the street. stealing milk crates. eating knives. bicycle. my crappy Volkswagens.
plotting my revenge- you know who you are.
Someone who likes me.
People who don't beat their pets.
I don't know anymore. fucking Bach.
Beethoven.
TSOL
DEVO
Daniel Johnston
hacked furbys
more crappy shit. Actually, it all sucks. That's why we listen to the sound of banging trash cans or ambient noises or the same note being held on a synthesizer for one hour and a half or the sound of weasels eating a baby that nobody wants so it has been left on the doorstep of a church to hopefully and yet unsuccessfully be adopted.
who cares
Gory, gory murders and death make me feel really good.
Look at me- I'm a fat fucking slob!
Eagerly awaiting the next Tom Clancy novel.
No gods.
No masters.