epic, epic fail
I find that thinking of liquor in the feminine sense really does help me felicitate a genuine, open and honest relationship with the booze that I drink. Me and mistress smirnoff, we is gonna have us real good time tonight. She never rejects my clumsy advances. She doesn't care if I haven't shaved for a few weeks, or showered for the same. A true and steady friend.
Guess it's 'bout time I stepped up, or else I guess it's 'bout time I bowed down, I mean: seriously looks like it's 'bout; That Time Again. I seriously live for this shit. Like I can't find any internal motivation but give me some kinda new challenger, some kinda street fighter stylez sudden death contest , and then suddenly somehow I shine like the moon through some goddamn shattered window.
Are there any limits to my limits? Let us, we could, please, discover that together. Just sayin. Just putting forward the possibility. My fists are full of flame, and envious organic gardens. I can show you the light of those insane stars still not, as yet, registered on even the most sensitive of beradio-telescopes.
I'm not really interested in you, as such, per se, but you do seem like at interesting person, and as such I'd like to get know you, Interesting people bro, honest to go oddities are few and very far cherry blood between.
Fuck me! Fuck you! Fuck me, for continuing, for some insane reason, to still like you, despite all advice to contrary, despite the comprehensive proof presented, to find my self helpless in spite of this, this heartfelt evidence, this fail is all I have to show for everything, everything I ever felt. Still! still if you add, our actions, my actions, their actions, still! still it is zero sum. still the sum total is absolute nothing.
Aw please. Lets not call in any international authorities just yet, Until you've swept the bristles of my fist with the bristles of your nose I sincerely suggest you shut the fuck up for the moment, My capabilities are measures in the kilotons. Can't believe I ever liked you in the first place.
Guess it's 'bout time I stepped up, or else I guess it's 'bout time I bowed down, I mean: seriously looks like it's 'bout; That Time Again. I seriously live for this shit. Like I can't find any internal motivation but give me some kinda new challenger, some kinda street fighter stylez sudden death contest , and then suddenly somehow I shine like the moon through some goddamn shattered window.
Are there any limits to my limits? Let us, we could, please, discover that together. Just sayin. Just putting forward the possibility. My fists are full of flame, and envious organic gardens. I can show you the light of those insane stars still not, as yet, registered on even the most sensitive of beradio-telescopes.
I'm not really interested in you, as such, per se, but you do seem like at interesting person, and as such I'd like to get know you, Interesting people bro, honest to go oddities are few and very far cherry blood between.
Fuck me! Fuck you! Fuck me, for continuing, for some insane reason, to still like you, despite all advice to contrary, despite the comprehensive proof presented, to find my self helpless in spite of this, this heartfelt evidence, this fail is all I have to show for everything, everything I ever felt. Still! still if you add, our actions, my actions, their actions, still! still it is zero sum. still the sum total is absolute nothing.
Aw please. Lets not call in any international authorities just yet, Until you've swept the bristles of my fist with the bristles of your nose I sincerely suggest you shut the fuck up for the moment, My capabilities are measures in the kilotons. Can't believe I ever liked you in the first place.