curbdrop out of grace

dont' stop believing

if i have to listen to the "i have a dream" speech one more time i will asassinate that fucker's ass who says it.

i'm so intoxicated right now i could marry a catholic.

the guy tonite was ridiculous. i wanted to punch him so hard in the face that he would lose self-esteem for becoming both ugly in the soul and in the face. i wanted to make him a mind-crip.

he just kept saying the wrong things. and when he didn't say anything, i wanted to make him same something to put more logs on the open fire.

if god made guns then surely his design was for me to pick one up and blast his lights low.

and walking is great in chicago when it's not cold or gold outside. i'd rather have been a pirate but walking ain't so bad.

i have new friends and new skin so the demand for understanding bull-poo is no longer a true reason to lesson.

i walked home tonite because i expect a pick-up tomorrow. it's so annoying but oh well.

if you don't like to hear the rants of lunatics then cease to place yourself around the documentaries of my life.

and fuck off for on the first day, god created fucking up.
on the second day, god created atheists.
on the third day, god created hitler.
on the fourth day, god created time, which made the fourth day the first.
and on the real second day, god created jesus.
on the real third day, god created skull fucking.
on the real fourth day, god created dinosaurs and fossil fuels.
on the real fifth day, god created sex and the city, aka the bible and hell.
on the real sixth day, god created the beef burrito, with guac and bird flu.
on the real seventh day, god created morning wood. man, he did so to help out his brothers get laid in the morn. what a great god.

what a great fucking slut god.

posted by fillshe @ 5:49 AM