letter kill on november fifth |
there in your house, there with your wife, her affair with Jeff and the kitchen knife. A childhood peer, a sworn enemy, an old friend with a stab of reality, and God is dead.
a thousand insecurit...
Posted by bend over, i'll drive. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
does that mean that i dont like it? |
myspace is overrated.
overrated:
tr.v. o·ver·rat·ed, o·ver·rat·ing, o·ver·rates
To overestimate the merits of; rate too highly.
Posted by bend over, i'll drive. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
mow mow |
This perfect morning I was in love with him dissidence but from afar. This perfect evening he said goodbye. And I slowly wonder how everything can be just this. Honest. Through the telephone I heard h...
Posted by bend over, i'll drive. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
sushi |
I like to drink and punch people out.
Oh I like to drink and eat sushi
'Suzie? Suzies my girl.'
Oh you like sushi like I like sushi?
Yeah I like Suzie.
I had sushi last night. You should e...
Posted by bend over, i'll drive. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
A Cloud in Trousers (Plastic Passion) |
Stock the shelves high and low. When December is year round where does she go? Preque Isle Beach always holds promises and lies that he cant keep. Monday through Friday things are getting better. It...
Posted by bend over, i'll drive. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
To Boddah |
To Boddah Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand. All the warnings fr...
Posted by bend over, i'll drive. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Futility |
Move him into the sun--
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields unsown.
Always it awoke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse h...
Posted by bend over, i'll drive. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
*** |
ps
i love youuuu
Posted by bend over, i'll drive. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
ryhmes |
i feel comfortable so why don't you feel the same?
have a doctor come and visit us and tell us which one is sane.
it might seem silly for me to think childish thoughts like these
but i'm so tire...
Posted by bend over, i'll drive. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
we may be through the past |
tonight at the chantilly event center
planes mistaken for stars
age of ruin
love in the time of cholera
acedia
7pm, 8 bones
Posted by bend over, i'll drive. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
