curbdrop out of grace

you are my sunday morning

how about you deuce?

i wonder what you're waiting for

been long time since i blogged blogged for

and here are two jokes:

1. you're so fat you went _____ and still gained weight. doug weight. sorry in advance i am indeed a bastard.

2. i want to produce anal beads or a double sided dildo and call the product "i can't believe it's not jesus"

i will rule you like i ruled hyrule (sp?).

these days i snooze and these daze i booze and to lose the luck is to fuck the same old sucky life that i welcome in obliously bliss i miss the kind of find where the dime is as clean and crisp and the whisper i hear in a light of shining armor. the harm of foul will make sweet sour until the tower of truth breaks free from the clues of apathy. laugh with me when i laugh and bathe with me with i back into the mathmatical impossibilities of silly dreams unreachable it seems like the skyscrapers raping the blue with all that is fluid.

posted by fillshe @ 2:02 AM