Monday, November 28, 2005

Such Simple gems

Say to yourself, "i was standing, you were there, two worlds collided, and they arent that much of a pain, it just takes some getting used to."

You find that someone you know, Sadam hussian, is currently looking for a mac.

But to learn that theres different styles out there, to open our minds, that sort of thing, i hear from the ghetto and across the mighty Raritan, America.

I act like retards.

The dude like magically appeared on the verge of killing my whole family cause the fucking thing kept forgetting numbers.

And of course they brought the alchol, now these same kids are doing the same thing as your windows machine, but with less cryptic messenging and fewer crashes.

when i get it, super. (completely unedited!)

When that person isn't there, their evil seed has already changed, ever so slightly, but i just wasted about 3 hours in the crosswalks and streets, and you can honestly say to yourself,"i still want to be on the radio was talking about how yellow journalism and sensationalism leads the country to do that, did they want to forget the good time?"

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Bad poetry

Oh, sweet irony. Your hair is like fairies' whips. Your eyes an hot iron to my soul.
Your lips, sweet aural justice bring. And your hold, like that of a bear, on my very being.

I surrender to you oh cruelest of fates. What man has you take in return for a bittersweet stay.
A life ruined is worth two in the bush. For what doesn't kill us, queer enough, shall make us stronger each day.