People suck Capitalist cock and eat Fascist shit everyday to get a little more of the green...
Glad my favorite color is grey.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
i'm sitting here listening to the song True Affection by The Blow. Words like Mitosis, Cytokinesis, and phenotype along with a shit load of Freudian terms turn me on. I'm having a cup of coffee as outside rain drops hold a personal fiesta. I'm thinking about how amazing parenthesis are...i mean really- they're about the grooviest thing out there (in the grammar world that is) and i love them! I'm also preparing string for weaving and lusting for vintage carpet from the early 1970's....
you know you want me:P
Saturday, June 13, 2009
i was riding the bus. Nothing good going on except my ipod. Sinatra came on- "That's life.." he sang. "...You're riding high in April, shot down in May...." and i started to cry. You see April was a damn good month for me, one of the better months of a wretched 3 year span. And all of the sudden on May first- my happiness decided to commit suicide. And go figure- here i was sitting on a bus only a few weeks later-Frank singing my life's pathetic truth. "But i know I'm goin'a change that tune, when I'm back on top- back on top in June.." It cheered me up a smidgen---gave a breath of optimism. Funny thing is- i don't remember June.