from enslavement to obliteration
so in case you were sitting around your house thinking, "i wonder why steve hasn't called me. he is such an asshole." well, it's because i don't have a phone still (and i'm an asshole). and you don't think that shit to yourself, no one does. i know the fucking drill. don't lie to yourself or me.
i'm back to my old ways on soulseek (download 'em all, let god sort 'em out), but soulseek is not being the obedient, mp3 hunting lapdog that i need it to be. my i[od is crying out to be fed and i have nothing to offer. poor ipod, starving to death.
my house is not conducive to the elements. i don't really mind the cold, but you need escape from it. a level playing field. wooden floors do not provide that. also, there is probably a leak around every window. yet again, not conducive to retaining heat.
my toes are cold.
to the copy machines and assistance of old people.
i'm back to my old ways on soulseek (download 'em all, let god sort 'em out), but soulseek is not being the obedient, mp3 hunting lapdog that i need it to be. my i[od is crying out to be fed and i have nothing to offer. poor ipod, starving to death.
my house is not conducive to the elements. i don't really mind the cold, but you need escape from it. a level playing field. wooden floors do not provide that. also, there is probably a leak around every window. yet again, not conducive to retaining heat.
my toes are cold.
to the copy machines and assistance of old people.