Apr 22, 2004 18:19
there's really not anything for me to write in here...
i've found that there are a lot of things i'd like people to know, but not a lot of things i'm willing to post on the internet for open comment and ridicule. i'll sign into my lj as cry_liberty [see below] with my very not creative password and i'll type up a very not creative but true entry... and then i'll post it proteced on xanga. which is silly because those who can read what i wrote already know.
smeh.
i still haven't unpacked my suitcase. it's sitting there with clothes trying to crawl out of it's sides like... like... like i don't know: a bunch of gak [remember that?] in too small of a container. gak was gross.
stretch armstrong though, was the man.
"Liberty," boomed Wednesday, "is a bitch who must be bedded on a mattress of corpses. Hold that torch up as high as you want to, m'dear, but there's still rats in your dress and cold jism dripping down your leg. That’s who they have a statue to, in their New York harbor: a bitch who liked to be fucked on the refuse from the tumbril."
at's from american gods, lahve.