5/31/05
happy filthy mattress. pink chicky landing on you, other chickie grabbing on you. this is the happiest this mattress got all night. the rest was dudes in ladies clothes sweating "deoderant is for complete and total pussies" sweat all over them. fucking things smelled like sulfer two minutes after these girls ran off to have things bought for them in stores with security guards.
You adding more question marks isnt going to make your sign Bi-lingual. it just confuses me, stop it you went overboard on the design. you've lost me.
Where in the hell did this girl find the time and ability to find materials and make a poster in the middle of a party that she got so drunk at that she lost her camera? when I'm drunk enough that I start losing shit all I try to find the ability to do is not wind up sleeping it off behind a dumpster. fuck, not only is she making it home, but she may build the car that gets her there.
FLORIDA. RIGHT IN YOUR MOTHERFUCKING FACE.
They say "Rollerball is the world's most dangerous game...." Well, whatever the hell Callie is about to do.... that, that is the world's most dangerous game.
(She growled at me one night and I immediately ripped my penis off and threw it down the street, so if she killed me, at least "it" would survive to make babies. It was a split second decision, I'm not entirely proud of it, but it had to be made and I made it. There. Its said. I have no penis, and its because I am scared of girl. you happy?)
Levitate.... imagine you are being lifted to the ceiling by your ass... and only your ass. your ass has to be completely exposed in your mind for it to work.... are you imagining? good.... good..... no dont pull up your shorts so you expose your assin real life.... that doesnt help... oh, and you did it anyways.... its working see?..... you feel yourself rising above the disgusting mattress and into the disgusting air....
"Everybody gets one.... your's just happened to be on a night that spidey did a little 'meth and feels like goin crazy with the boys. You save your damn self, you dont own me. And yes... there are bruises on my ass. love it or leave it baby, I can switch the spidey sense off and let you hit the pavement."
just wow. thank you so much, saturday night.
Way to make sure I'm in church on sunday or next saturday or whatevery day those people with religion go to those little houses and shout at the ceiling.
( I have a masters degree in religion. Admittedly, its from this college thats run in my puerto-rican super's cellar. It cost me 95 dollars and someone threw beads at me, splashed me with catholic icon candle wax and said I could marry people up to 20 years old. If I wanted to be able to marry adults it would cost me another 35 dollars and I just didnt have it.)
(I married all the kids in the neighboring barrio to each other. I paired them off for eternity like an extrapolation of fish life at a pet store. "You will live together for the rest of your lives. thats about three weeks. If you ever want to see another face, I hope you sell and get the hell out of here." Lets be honest, none of these kids are getting out of the ghetto alive.)
(this was all over the place. sloppy, racist... what the hell?)
So I got a full double exposure here if you an see it at this size. Its fucked, I didnt know digicams could do this. If I'm an idiot and its easy to do, if sucka or deer feels like schooling me on the digital knowledge I would be thrilled, but i figure i just spilled whiskey in it and it got crazy and fucked up a bit. then allowed this to happen