Tehe.

27th November 2012

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“Daddy loves you.. You be a good girl.”

22nd September 2012

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anddddddd another one…

Jerome used dirty cocaine out of a trash can on the side of a mountain because Shaniqua likes threatening Eskimos in New York. Wifebeaters look bad on a fat dog due to tootsie rolls consuming their garbage bags. The horses train nomads in the streets whilst parading with knights of elegant birth. Tattoo artists create oily snowflakes that taste like ass but smell like radiant mystical manure. The Eskimos left New York, Alaska because the cocaine wasn’t black like heroin. Borderlands obstruct nothing except porn stars and their children shows. Knights from the mountains of dog gallop briskly forward and backward throughout realms flooded with boobies. Blinded by the light revved from the hilarity of bush on a cracked out ostrich lady. Six Flags fucking loquacious sluts with their ridiculous flaccid dildos in the butt. Forts are fucking fantastic with loose vagina cannons that tumble ferociously throughout the valley.

21st September 2012

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Results of word game…

Yesterday I decided that I shit potential to stop doing poorly at intercourse. So, Melissa came a lot with a vengeance. Meanwhile… I found my motherfucking handcuffs under the dog. It was nasty and coated with jello lubricant. The dog was humping my fuzzy duckling shoes while licking dried penis. Today, the mailman drove his wife to the end of the universe. Chinese people look their pets in the butt before cooking them. Melissa went away to China looking shitty as hell and decided I would eat dog. Mailman did her in her vagina and his wife moaned with ecstasy.

31st August 2012

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So, some guy comes into my job and somehow we managed to get on the topic of where he works.

He tells me he works at Homewood Music. 

I told him I used to play the violin for like, six years and he asked why I stopped.

I sometimes don’t honestly know that answer. I think I stopped because I was going nowhere with it and I was getting bored. 

I want to start up again. I really do. I got me nostalgic, thinking about it.

I wanted to go to Julliard. I could have gotten in with my last name alone. 

I have no time for it anymore and it’s kind of expensive, but I think if I had the right motivation, I could do it. 

I wonder how it would sound if I picked up a violin right now. Terrible? Okay? Terrific? I don’t know. 

I don’t want to stay in the animal field all my life. All my jobs have been around them. But what would playing the violin do for me money-wise? 

Fuck nostalgia…

17th May 2012

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I can’t make him happy.
He won’t ever love me the way I want him to.
I can’t fill that hole.