holy shit! what's her name's not dead?
and yeah, obviously i haven't been in the mood to post. for some time.
why? eh. the busy schedule (HA), the fugitive status, the everyone hating my guts, (well, not specifically my guts, i'm sure very few people have a direct problem with my guts, not counting the blind man who got tangled in a section of my lower intestines and has yet to be heard from again, but mostly my guts do the hating. of me.) the fear, the drama and the haterade.
the filth, the fury, the destruction of beauty.
and now that i have found myself in the awkward situation of becoming sans a familial unit, there's really nothing left for me here in the land of snow and purple rain...
but i suppose you could argue that now the world is my oyster, or soy-based equivalent-
and anyone who's got beef with my entry starting out with "and" can bite me. or the dust.
why? eh. the busy schedule (HA), the fugitive status, the everyone hating my guts, (well, not specifically my guts, i'm sure very few people have a direct problem with my guts, not counting the blind man who got tangled in a section of my lower intestines and has yet to be heard from again, but mostly my guts do the hating. of me.) the fear, the drama and the haterade.
the filth, the fury, the destruction of beauty.
and now that i have found myself in the awkward situation of becoming sans a familial unit, there's really nothing left for me here in the land of snow and purple rain...
but i suppose you could argue that now the world is my oyster, or soy-based equivalent-
and anyone who's got beef with my entry starting out with "and" can bite me. or the dust.