April 17, 2005

Again:

I‘ve been growing an almost moustache-less beard since Easter.

I look like a lesbian though.

My cunt started to speak.

I‘m pretty much screwed.

I still want that magic wand.

A little while ago I was seriously wanting to rip my face off.

If I ever got my shit together I would love to be a Rock-Historian.

My number two goal in life is to buy a mechanical bull.

For some reason though, right now I can’t think about anything except Nipple Nipple Sausage.

Every time I walk through the park I see that spot, that untidy little piece of ground where you cried and I sat in stony silence until you were through.

Hope you liked living your mediocre, bloated renditions of material existence, because now I‘m going to take away even those thin shreds of ineptitude that you yet cling to. Fuck you.