Talking To You Isnt Worth My Time

Dec 11, 2002 23:09

ahh.

so i cant drive, no car, or insurance. blah//

coffeehouse wet pretty well. were recording the 5th of january pretty much.

XC ski-ing is hard when its icy out. But its going good besides that.

hoping for a snow day tomorrow. break downs in songs.

im tired and shit, but its okay, i think... or something....

My Monologue

I miss taking out my duel .47 Cal Pistol and jumping out into the street pumping those fuckin bastard communists full of bullets. I miss flying Recievers and getting shot down by Austin, and then chased while he shoots me dead with his Plasma Rifle. I miss hitting old lady's with bats, and getting my ass kicked by prostitutes. I miss sneaking up on people and strangling with fiber wire, stealing their clothes, dumping their body's, and sneaking into government functions to assisinate senators. I miss the sound it made when i cut someones head clean off, and their lifeless head hit the floor..... i wish my computer worked.... :-(

<3 pickle dogg.
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