Mr. Scribbles

I need to find a better pomade for my pomp...
I wear a onesie bunny rabbit pajamees, have a very unhealthy infatuation with Elmo, and like to play with my poo. You might go as far to say that Im an Asian teletubbie..just call me "Twinkie Tubbie". Im uber dorkful and sometimes a nerd...well okay I am a nerd. Im always pickin my nose or pullin wedgies out of my ass. I sling around avocados and haribo gummi bears because they are the two things that give me a boner. I butterchurn to Britney Spears and moonwalk to Milli Vanilli...I know..Im so boring...
Whom am I kidding. I look in the mirror and all that I see is a young old man with only a dream.
I dont deal with flakes. I dont deal with bullshit. And I really dont deal with drama. So dont even fuck with me...
Bad with direction. Maybe Im lost. Maybe Im wandering.
Some people are like Slinkies. Not really good for anything but they still bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs...
Im becoming to realize I absolutely hate Mondays.
Halloween should be every fuckin day!
I suffer from cognitive dissonance.
I like sliding and twangy guitars.
I eat everything with ketchup and BBQ sauce.
"There's a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line."
"...One day we wake up and realize the world sucks...and we suck for living in it and we run away. Anything but to face ourselves as we are anything to avoid asking why we hate ourselves so much..."
"...we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even that. How many times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless..."
Who's gonna tell you when, It's too late, Who's gonna tell you things, Aren't so great. You cant go on, thinkin, Nothings wrong, but bye, Who's gonna drive you home, tonight? Who's gonna pick you up, When You fall? Who's gonna hang it up, When you call? Who's gonna pay attention, To your dreams? And who's gonna plug their ears, When you scream? You can't go on, thinkin, Nothings wrong, but bye, Who's gonna drive you home, tonight? Who's gonna hold you down, When you shake? Who's gonna come around, When you break? You can't go on, thinkin, Nothin's wrong, but bye, Drive you home, tonight? Oh, you know you can't go on, thinkin, Nothin's wrong, Who's gonna drive you home, tonight?
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