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I scrawled something furiously on a parts ticket today. For some reason the paper we use has a white, yellow, and pink copy. We throw out the pink copy. BUT I RECYCLED BECAUSE...
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I am the beard guy.
Life is good. I miss Adam. That was by far the most amazing experience of my life. I can't believe I'm so lucky that every day will feel like that. I miss our crappy waffles and army of Seaking(s). $13 champagne = FTW.
My legs, they are so hairy. And my arms burn. They were purple on Saturday. My suffering, of course, only made his penis harder. Which is fine; it's the only way I can get off.
Anyway, random doodling lead to this streaming BAEG OF CREAP.
BTW - it rained off and on a lot today. So, fyi about the first line. I know, this shit needs explanations. Let me next educate you on sentance structure and potatoes as tubers instead of vegetables. Ohhh yes.
The rain never stops while he's away
Fumbling with my keys
The darkness settles in
The creatures of the night begin their necessary repetitions
I find myself in a cold doorway
Coughing and kicking my way in
Fingers too moist to turn the key
He hides somewhere in my mind
Always speaking in hushed tones
Promising to find a way out of my clouded brain
Half a decade in the illuminated darkness
Knowing what I'm missing and it's just out of reach
The allur of a dark man pulling me down to what I thought was normal
He locked me in a mountain cage while I pined away seeking his acceptance
Great dark muse pushed me down to the center of the Earth
Sweet creatures of the night licking my wounds in time for me to see the glow of his golden arrow
I crawled until the sunlight burned my skin and the sunfish led me to the sea
Six more months and we found ourselves with the driftwood and the white sands
With our army of tuber fed water fowl and sealions we were impervious to the elements
I bathed in his light and eyes that made puddles of the pacific and moons of the planets
Finally at peace my mind went quiet and my soul stilled
The darkness in my conciousness dissolved into flecks of Nirvana and I knew all there ever was
Now back in the rain I stand restless and yearning for his perfection
Coughing in the darkness I notice his light spilling onto a path I can't quite see
But walk towards in confident blindness
Yeah, see, kinda lame. But, hey, fuck you. My sunburn hurts. And I need some more sex. And my legs are hairy. And I need some more sex.
Dave keeps iming me. I'm not going to read it. He'll get his ring back, but on my terms. Not his. I don't have the energy for it right now. So he can wait, just like I had to wait for my purse. He can't tell me what to do anymore, or ever again. And other such self realizations that I had in the spring.
YEAAAAAAAAAA SAVIN THE DAY!!!!
...
I am the beard guy.
Life is good. I miss Adam. That was by far the most amazing experience of my life. I can't believe I'm so lucky that every day will feel like that. I miss our crappy waffles and army of Seaking(s). $13 champagne = FTW.
My legs, they are so hairy. And my arms burn. They were purple on Saturday. My suffering, of course, only made his penis harder. Which is fine; it's the only way I can get off.
Anyway, random doodling lead to this streaming BAEG OF CREAP.
BTW - it rained off and on a lot today. So, fyi about the first line. I know, this shit needs explanations. Let me next educate you on sentance structure and potatoes as tubers instead of vegetables. Ohhh yes.
The rain never stops while he's away
Fumbling with my keys
The darkness settles in
The creatures of the night begin their necessary repetitions
I find myself in a cold doorway
Coughing and kicking my way in
Fingers too moist to turn the key
He hides somewhere in my mind
Always speaking in hushed tones
Promising to find a way out of my clouded brain
Half a decade in the illuminated darkness
Knowing what I'm missing and it's just out of reach
The allur of a dark man pulling me down to what I thought was normal
He locked me in a mountain cage while I pined away seeking his acceptance
Great dark muse pushed me down to the center of the Earth
Sweet creatures of the night licking my wounds in time for me to see the glow of his golden arrow
I crawled until the sunlight burned my skin and the sunfish led me to the sea
Six more months and we found ourselves with the driftwood and the white sands
With our army of tuber fed water fowl and sealions we were impervious to the elements
I bathed in his light and eyes that made puddles of the pacific and moons of the planets
Finally at peace my mind went quiet and my soul stilled
The darkness in my conciousness dissolved into flecks of Nirvana and I knew all there ever was
Now back in the rain I stand restless and yearning for his perfection
Coughing in the darkness I notice his light spilling onto a path I can't quite see
But walk towards in confident blindness
Yeah, see, kinda lame. But, hey, fuck you. My sunburn hurts. And I need some more sex. And my legs are hairy. And I need some more sex.
Dave keeps iming me. I'm not going to read it. He'll get his ring back, but on my terms. Not his. I don't have the energy for it right now. So he can wait, just like I had to wait for my purse. He can't tell me what to do anymore, or ever again. And other such self realizations that I had in the spring.
YEAAAAAAAAAA SAVIN THE DAY!!!!