I even hear the mountains, the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water the fish cry and the water is their tears. I listen to the water on nights I drink away and the sadness becomes so great I hear it in my clock. It becomes knobs upon my dresser it becomes paper on the floor, it becomes a shoehorn, a laundry ticket, it becomes cigarette smoke climbing a chapel of dark vines. . . it matters little, very little. Love is not so bad or very little life what counts is waiting on walls. I was born for this: I was born to hustle roses down the avenues of the dead. --Charles Bukowski
I'm Grrrrrrrrrrrowing tired of your shit!In the worst moments of my life I ask myself, "What would Tyler Durden do?"
Someone who makes the hair on your arms stand up when his name is mentioned. He is the type of guy that a girl would do anything to fuck, even lick a really fat puerto ricans ass crack. When cory walks by girls stare and if he says hello to you, some people even cry. He is that kind of guy that is so beautiful that even when you picture him doing something repulsive, like taking a huge shit, he is still an angel.
"Omg I was walking down the hall today and Cory said hi to me, i threw up on myself and then cried for 20 minutes""Yo dude did you see that guy, no homo but i wanna be just like him, he is a cory""Fat puerto man, I will lick your butt just to get with that Cory!!!"
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