dad always knew i was a natural born killer, he just never told me. he wanted me to find out for myself.
dont you fucking know what you are?
lets all get back to where you've been love
the fresher the air the hotter my concience. clear, like a rainy day. but fresh like a dandilions yellow.i need this to hold on to, just as much as you do too. we're not far off from bottm lines and rosy cheeks and traffic fines. thats the last time i let 10 year olds wash my car for a good cause. ever tried counting all the bricks on a cobble stone road. while driving? i do. i do all the time. all day long. every day. it mostly explains the half awake relativity most of us glide through this previous and upcomming week with. fine by me. the less i have to hear all the yammering on about canucks and sounds, and trucks and bands, and competition and condescent, and indecision and resentment. the sun is out. its warm on my toes. its making me squint, subsequently, hard to see the screen. thats fine. i feel like a detective when i squint. like the whole world is sneaking around and doesnt know that i've got my eye on it. watching. noting. compiling evidence against it. and one day i'll stop by its house and drop off a dosier chock-full-o evidence concering the world and its whereabouts and activities. then i'll light it on fire, and promise to let the world off the hook... if it goes down on me. and don't think that's too far fucking off of anybody looking to get theirs. their piece. their 15 seconds. their pay off. their revenge. what the human being would dare to do. will for ever shock and amaze you.
francis' nose is alittle wet. this dog commands peace. its gentle. quiet. its long orange hair is softly blowing in the wind right now. like a roomance novel cover. for golden labs. i'm gonna get a dog. i'm excited. i don't know when. but i'm getting one. and his name is gonna be 'whalley'. i don't know what kind of dog its gonna be, but it needs to be a 'whalley'.
you make this all go away. you make it all seem alittle farther and little watery. which is fine. you need at least 2.5 litres a day.
so remember kids. stay hydrated and fight fist first.
this is the street my house is on.
lets all get back to where you've been love
the fresher the air the hotter my concience. clear, like a rainy day. but fresh like a dandilions yellow.i need this to hold on to, just as much as you do too. we're not far off from bottm lines and rosy cheeks and traffic fines. thats the last time i let 10 year olds wash my car for a good cause. ever tried counting all the bricks on a cobble stone road. while driving? i do. i do all the time. all day long. every day. it mostly explains the half awake relativity most of us glide through this previous and upcomming week with. fine by me. the less i have to hear all the yammering on about canucks and sounds, and trucks and bands, and competition and condescent, and indecision and resentment. the sun is out. its warm on my toes. its making me squint, subsequently, hard to see the screen. thats fine. i feel like a detective when i squint. like the whole world is sneaking around and doesnt know that i've got my eye on it. watching. noting. compiling evidence against it. and one day i'll stop by its house and drop off a dosier chock-full-o evidence concering the world and its whereabouts and activities. then i'll light it on fire, and promise to let the world off the hook... if it goes down on me. and don't think that's too far fucking off of anybody looking to get theirs. their piece. their 15 seconds. their pay off. their revenge. what the human being would dare to do. will for ever shock and amaze you.
francis' nose is alittle wet. this dog commands peace. its gentle. quiet. its long orange hair is softly blowing in the wind right now. like a roomance novel cover. for golden labs. i'm gonna get a dog. i'm excited. i don't know when. but i'm getting one. and his name is gonna be 'whalley'. i don't know what kind of dog its gonna be, but it needs to be a 'whalley'.
you make this all go away. you make it all seem alittle farther and little watery. which is fine. you need at least 2.5 litres a day.
so remember kids. stay hydrated and fight fist first.
this is the street my house is on.
posted by honest at 4:06 PM
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