"Ah kaint." -Isreal Gonzales
*Lets face it...25 cent pop is hard to come by. Shit that wont get you taken away:
Where's Waldo (text only)
Fuck your car.
Where do babies come from (told by barbie)
Always test your clothes.
What a nut job.
I made the mistake of watching this video stoned stupid.
Xbox 360 live at MTV something, with performance by THE KILLERS!(100 Mb.. ( Read more... )
Where's Waldo (text only)
Fuck your car.
Where do babies come from (told by barbie)
Always test your clothes.
What a nut job.
I made the mistake of watching this video stoned stupid.
Xbox 360 live at MTV something, with performance by THE KILLERS!(100 Mb.. ( Read more... )
I seriously blocked out friday the 13th. I didn't know it came until I read your comment. It's probably cause friday the 13th isn't ruined by commercialism so I wasn't informed. Oh well. Technically mine billowed as well. But I was born on June 13th, on a friday so I guess it's not a big loss. I remember it like it was yesterday's nightmare. The thunder rolling through the wet night sky, and the wind scratching the windows with dead trees. In those windows, screaming blood, grabbing men from there chests and throwing them across its cell like rag dolls, as she was still attached to the hospital bed, was my mum. She was extracting painfully my 12 pound 11 ounces and 1 quarter, baby body. That day the room was cold as I was pulled out into it. My nipples became very small rocks, and the hideous creatures glared with twisted figures. The whole picture was so strange that it confused me, and called for a moments thought. When suddenly a slap on the ass brought to my attention, that this is a strange place which I may never grow use to, and the party is about to begin. That would probably be the most interesting friday the 13th i've ever had. I hope I dont encounter one of those again. I think if I stay away from acid then my chances are slim. Well im starting to blabber on again. Seriously I can go on forever, so im just gonna stop now. Fancy seeing you here my dear, and do not mind the myspace cult, for they have brought me many a good band, which I could sit idly in silence and hear upon their musical notes, and picture in my head their signs and stories from which I could back with my own moral and personal experience to see if my heart approves only those who are compulsive with their sound. That was a long sentence. Ok enough. chao.
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