Maybe by now you know I play the guitar...work a lot, bitch about everything, light fires in California forest and spray aerosol cans in front of mesophiloma clinics. Or, maybe you dont know and I have been wasting my time telling you about my daring do and the many adventures in cartoon land I have had over these years (months) doing this site.
Trail Of Jeers
By now surely I have been forced to rewrite about half the refuse I refuse to flush over here. I have paid the fee for this site about thirty nine times, changed keyboard six and had one orgasm not contributed to illicit drug use in the frame of time i took you to read the last four syllables here.
You want to be saved? Maybe go to church? I mean shit its Thursday right? No? Probably Sunday? Maybe its the Armenian genocide all over again? Move over Obama when I am president I will recognize this. Yeah I will fuck you Serj and Tom.
Paint Er Yeller
I put my book down today. Yeah not the one that guy wrote, the one I was writing. I put it down like old yeller too, cause the motherfucker wouldn't shut up and Sam I am not. No seriously. I was enjoying writing that piece about pieces and feces, I could sit down with a cold beer and some memories and come away with ten thousand words and wet pants.
Your Saint For Suicide as seen on your T.V.