roxy music road

Apr 18, 2006 21:28

thank god your good pal roofie didnt give you a shot on the road of glitter, making the yellow brick road seem like an artifact.

excuse me, im having an indie moment right now. i need to head on over to somebodies house. im crumbling. blarg! i havent yelled at anyone in forever. im fucking low, my legs, wheels, fingers, eyelids, nostrils, knuckles are ripped. advertising for auto insurance is getting mental. cheap me cheap me please. i want to go a day looking at nothing except the sky, a huge field. Deny deny deny the error. These cramps are going to kill me, like a fork being twisted in my gut. Jamacian man soothe my woman who understands. The time is right, the time is right! I havent heard Partisans in a year.
I MISS MY RECORDS. I MISS MY RECORD PLAYER. I MISS MY CONCRETE PLANE. I MISS SOME SUNKEN EYES THAT TELL NO LIES.

school=sad. everyone likes to gawk at everyone. nobody says much though... the one kid from DC doesnt have my lunch period, and shows are virtually non-exsistent. Please dont dry me up, Florida. fuckfuckfuck.

jason sends me boobs on my phone. one at a time, in fact. i kind of blew him off after school. i just dont feel like getting ass raped today. :( . im kinda hating sex right now. can anybody tell me how to adjust my view. womb without a view.

im going to start my own radio show starting now. tune into my room FM.

YEAST INFECTION OF THE TONGUE.
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