I sit here crying the rain. And she said I didn't have it in me, but here I am and these raindrops work just as good as the tears and might be producing. I lick my lips but taste no salt. Guess I'll have to try harder ( Read more... )

Wow, I remember my password.

Okay, BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Die by poles. I refuse to speak by vagina-totem. Its a crazy thing viewed by animosity. Its a piece of shit-pole/only extoled. Keep it lean/byway unplugged by saccharine. The Glee girl choked resdispute - breathe a decay. Cornaraet corne caged dispujte ( Read more... )

Nigel Pulse-Rockets. Engaged to Lacey Shoulders since 2008. She's afraid he won't commit. He's afraid of how much it will cost to have her committed, on accounts of her being loony tunes. Her father is dead, and Lacey hopes the technicality will score a prepaid wedding. Nigel has not informed his parents of said information. Already there are ( Read more... )

Come one, come all - twitter ain't working and I felt the need to speech. My girlfriend Wendy is crazy about popcorn. I can deal with that. What I did not expect was my mother giving me dog-approved popcorn, complete with human-repellent flavoring. He literally gets his own shit now, so I have to deal with two jaws crunching in my ear while I ( Read more... )

'I am a mediator,' Clarence said into the mirror ( Read more... )

I woke up, bright and early, only to discover a silver hair dangling from my brow. Staring into my reflection, I reflect on what it means to me as a person, right now, and decide it comes with the territory. I wink at my reflection. Check. I toss my head back, looking real good. Not even a single grey hair can put a damper on my day, I head ( Read more... )

The indentions of my fingertips locked with hers, irrefutable proof that we were meant to be. A perfect alignment of ridges, locking our hands as tight as our bond - Missy Climpraxtomy and I were as right as spring rain. If forever was a kiss, mine would have cashed the check when our lips first touched - it was almost as good as our hand holding ( Read more... )

Circa 1986 - bottomed-out fuck world as far as vague memories go - I can recall two instances. One being my dinosaur trading-card fiasco, in which I stuck some unaffordable trading cards into my pocket and was busted by my sister - I coined the phrase 'CUNT' on this day - and an uncomfortable row during my mother's bowling team days: stuck in a ( Read more... )

Wellllllllllllllllllllllllllll ( Read more... )