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I am concentrated on many things. It is late. I am drunk. It is the Marine Corps birthday!
I am looking for a substance to abuse. I vividly remember being raped. I thought I saw him today in a truck. I waved.
I learned awhile ago that you should never settle for your second choice. If the first is not an option, just wait for something better. If you knowingly choose something inferior- just why? Why would you!?
I married someone who made my last known first choice look like a clown. No offense. Jameson and handcuffs. sorry, winning combination, but not how you'd imagine. How great is that? I have never met his match, let alone anything close to his superior. The weird thing is, I think I would otherwise be homosexual. I think I was maybe on the verge of discovering a whole new world when I was swept away by some infectious, perfect force. I'm lost in it all.
I spent most of the day in Derkaderkastan. I went back there to celebrate a birthday with a small British man, a black neonazi, and possibly a time lord constructed of book pages and testosterone. I've loved everyone and no one, and I can't write a song about it because it is punishable by death. Honesty is a shriveled grape beneath my fridge. We call it a raisin and we cherish it's superior shelf life. I live in a little castle made of raisins. It is quite beautiful.
I am looking for a substance to abuse. I vividly remember being raped. I thought I saw him today in a truck. I waved.
I learned awhile ago that you should never settle for your second choice. If the first is not an option, just wait for something better. If you knowingly choose something inferior- just why? Why would you!?
I married someone who made my last known first choice look like a clown. No offense. Jameson and handcuffs. sorry, winning combination, but not how you'd imagine. How great is that? I have never met his match, let alone anything close to his superior. The weird thing is, I think I would otherwise be homosexual. I think I was maybe on the verge of discovering a whole new world when I was swept away by some infectious, perfect force. I'm lost in it all.
I spent most of the day in Derkaderkastan. I went back there to celebrate a birthday with a small British man, a black neonazi, and possibly a time lord constructed of book pages and testosterone. I've loved everyone and no one, and I can't write a song about it because it is punishable by death. Honesty is a shriveled grape beneath my fridge. We call it a raisin and we cherish it's superior shelf life. I live in a little castle made of raisins. It is quite beautiful.