inspirational prose from the pro's.
You ask me why I'm vegan but what the fuck does it matter to you? u ask me why I'm straight edge and i rebuttal, fuckin bitch, 'who the fuck are you to be gettign in my personal space. IT'S A FREE COUNTRY! i can do anything i want!' don't try to take away my freedom of speech, or press. Don't take my LJ away because you think you're more crazier or wittier or nicer (hell or meaner?) than I am. DON'T.
Don't step on my toes, cuz you don't walk in these damn shoes. You don't even wear reeboks like I do. You wear everlasts, and those are abotu the cheapest most shittiest most tacky shoes ever made. Their ugly and of poor quality. Your mom bought them for you in 6th grade and you still wear them to play basketball.
Don't buy into corporate america's force fed fuckin McPropaganda bullshit meat president conformity. Don't sell your soul to play professional Roller Skates.
Sorry if you can't cognize all this in one read. Sometimes when i fuckin write something you hafta read it more than once to understand it. That's because it's got dual meanings, sometimes exponential. Sometimes you gotta do some factoring and long division to even fuckin SEE ME.
Good as monday said it best, and I'll hafta paraphrase it just a bit so your little chicken egg for brains can even fully cognize it;
"You did it to me,
but on thursday you were gone.
now i can see.
you're fat.
now i can breathe.
The reason is you,
(key change) the reason is you."
With that said i can retire complacent(and enjoy the boon of sleep), for far better men than myself have tried to say what i've said in 3 or 4 words, in pages upon pages of 8 point text.
"put your best foot forward, let your cock and nutz remain veiled by your underwear, and live life like an oil painting, or an etcha-sketch - starting over at your accord - flourish!"
- Robert Fulghum
Don't step on my toes, cuz you don't walk in these damn shoes. You don't even wear reeboks like I do. You wear everlasts, and those are abotu the cheapest most shittiest most tacky shoes ever made. Their ugly and of poor quality. Your mom bought them for you in 6th grade and you still wear them to play basketball.
Don't buy into corporate america's force fed fuckin McPropaganda bullshit meat president conformity. Don't sell your soul to play professional Roller Skates.
Sorry if you can't cognize all this in one read. Sometimes when i fuckin write something you hafta read it more than once to understand it. That's because it's got dual meanings, sometimes exponential. Sometimes you gotta do some factoring and long division to even fuckin SEE ME.
Good as monday said it best, and I'll hafta paraphrase it just a bit so your little chicken egg for brains can even fully cognize it;
"You did it to me,
but on thursday you were gone.
now i can see.
you're fat.
now i can breathe.
The reason is you,
(key change) the reason is you."
With that said i can retire complacent(and enjoy the boon of sleep), for far better men than myself have tried to say what i've said in 3 or 4 words, in pages upon pages of 8 point text.
"put your best foot forward, let your cock and nutz remain veiled by your underwear, and live life like an oil painting, or an etcha-sketch - starting over at your accord - flourish!"
- Robert Fulghum