we're gonna burn this city
First off, I don't know weather this would be considered child abuse or beastiality:
that's Caitlin's little brother being humped by the dog. I swear I've never laughed so hard in my life about something so cruel. I stayed overnight at her place. we met up with... friends; then bought smokes and some other stuff.
[Yesterday] was insane, but I won't bother with the details. I did alot of Natailie stuff... :
Fell asleep at mount Shawnana listening to my music, then [details] wandered past the pond & 2 barbed wire fences, through tall prickly grass for 45 min.s trying to get to the field that seemed ALOT closer than it actually was. I have SO many fucking scratches, and then I almost fell into this really wide ravine & had to grab these tree branches to pull myself out of it.[/details]
BUT it was all worth it because I found this fucking insane car just sitting in the middle of the field. You're probably thinking "It was insane? Was it really that isane?" yes my friend... it was infact THAT insane. And I didn't get a picture. My cell was dead.
It was just some old beatup blue car with a shovel smashed through the front window, BUT it was also an unlocked sex car. (Ha, I figured it must be some place the locals go to fuck and get brains, juding by how much it stank; like your mom.) The floor was covered with briars and pennies, and there was an old school mag in the backseat... so then I wrote in sharpie on the door, wiped my fingerprints off the car handle and left before I was ambused by hillbillies & fucked up the ass.
I walked a bit more along this mowed path in the grass that eventually led to the twin of the arm chair that was thrown into the pond at Mount Shawnana. The whole thing was so ...weird.
I feel weird myself... really tired and out of it.
[Today] was alright, but I still have that weird feeling in my forehead & stomach. I've decided I actually like painting... though not in front of other people. I want to just move into the closet and blast my music... like I do in the basement. But I'm weird like that. I go in sex cars & milk emus.
Brent got his cell taken up by our Law teacher, and I laughed my ass off. That class is so... pot-oriented.
Cassie wouldn't let me take her picture... so:
Katie explains just "how it works"
Just so you know, since you probably didn't. :P
I'm not gonna get a whole in my throat from smoking. Imagine how crazy that would feel?
I found out from the rice krispies box that le "arc-en-ceil" means rainbow. If I was a "hardcore" japanese band that dressed like women & ate abortions, I would most defiantly call my band "rainbow". It's the love-child of marilyn manson & mandy moore.