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 Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 2:16 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 2:18 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 2:33 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 3:06 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 5:46 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 8:00 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 11:12 am
I was a dark dumb student, no hooky rookie day trippin' on visions of chickens that looked like R Crumb drew em. They grew em in the royal dirt of Shawano County’s flooring with the blood of an alcoholic clergyman in his forearms. Monkey Island was porn stars and puppies pushing sniffles, fit into the eighth dimension or slipped through the pin holes, zooks? slipped through the pin holes, and crisped into god cinder. Who thunk over a quarter plunked a local two bit mortal con vendor.
Who broke the verbal squad sensor? Root down, feelers out across the marsh before it was “Awesome Car!” I called in car cavalry cooked in an 95 Dodge Dakota, gas for Appleton and back barely. Equipped with super soakers full of piss and an uncanny knack for constantly upsetting pigs by doing stupid s**t. The kid bartered his ring king dummies to King Cullen where they hollered “******** the World” from a parking lot of the suburbs. A couple spray cans and a little litter, but they’d look at us like swindlers with them Ricky Kasso jitters. So ******** em, a glutton sunk into the alley for props but things will still go bump when them halogens pop.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 11:35 am
so its time for my final but i got excused from it and i think he smelt me so im worried but not really paranoid but i defs would be if i had to go to therapy but thats not till thursday she thinks that i have a really bad disease and i told her i think she does if she thinks im not normal but whatever and anyway a lotlotlot of s**t went down on saturday and it terrified me because im feeling like more of myself these days and all these things and i keep hearing music in my head and its the best thing in the whole world..
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 11:44 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 12:05 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 12:29 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 12:34 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 1:51 pm
patienceyeah so its time for my final but i got excused from it and i think he smelt me so im worried but not really paranoid but i defs would be if i had to go to therapy but thats not till thursday she thinks that i have a really bad disease and i told her i think she does if she thinks im not normal but whatever and anyway a lotlotlot of s**t went down on saturday and it terrified me because im feeling like more of myself these days and all these things and i keep hearing music in my head and its the best thing in the whole world.. I solemnly swear I am up to no good.
oh?
Mischief managed.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 2:15 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 6:08 pm
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