If I hear the song 'roxanne' blasting out of somebodies car while I skate by just ONE more time, I'm going to shoot myself in the face. Ha HA very funny lord, you know you better take care of me or you're going to have me on your hands.

P.s. last night I named my marijuanna smoking apparatus, Doomsday.

Palace- the mountain low

Neil Young- Barstool blues

Pink Floyd- Fearless

Bowie- Bewlay Brothers

Rolling Stones- Beast Of Burden

Yes- Heart of the sunrise(the second half)

Gling Glo- Luktar Gvendur

Misfits- Astro Zombies

The Fucking Champs-NWOBHM2(starting with the wicked drum solo)

every journey song I've ever heard is racing through my head at breakneck speeds and my heart is beating at a rate so fast that my blood pressure could cause the destruction of an atom if I put my arm in one of those walgreens pressure machines. My eyeballs are singing arias of rootbeer because I can see them looking right back at me, slightly ( Read more... )

My heart is ripping. For the first couple of weeks I could hear you crying, getting upset, telling me how I fucked everything up and this is all my fault and I didn't care. I would be in the car driving to the local convenient store for my nightly cup of noodles screaming at the top of my lungs "shut up shut up shut up!" because I was living ( Read more... )

i love large penises.

the end.

fuck my moms fuck my girl- my life's played out like a jeri curl ( Read more... )

I, truely being Andy, am stupid. I dream of Babylon when there are things to be done. Everything i say is true.

Too little has been said, on this pathetic attempt of valuable communication, of the sweet nectar i extract daily. I curse myself.

from now on, keep your quarter machine philosophies to yourself

I hold in my hand a glowing white flame which hath in it the power to summon all the broken kitchen appliances in the world and bend them to my will. I have smitten the smite of a hundred years of the ill-warrantied, the re-called, the completely and utterly defunct and obsolete ( Read more... )