dirtyfilthy
In the grim future of 2009, there is only war.

It's good to be king

Posted on Sun Aug 19 15:29:00 UTC 2007

The perpetual hungover, sick as some old stray and cancerous dog. Living my life like a pickpocket, waking up to bruises of an unknown origin, the blackouts, the black rose thunder of my rage pounding down a clenched fist and forked lightning from the sky and hey look guys! it's my best dr jekyll, this is my world famous mr hyde party trick.

Drinking like a priest. Us, us escape artists, between sleep and the collapse into pure incoherency we hate to be left alone, we pull the houdini, we get out of our chained & locked boxes for a while. Take ourselves a field trip outside of the asylum, as long as the bottle lasts.

I know it kid: sometimes sobriety hurts. I'm an old hand at this shit.

Fuck women get it bad. Seems every chick I know is messed up, bad things have happened in the past, their guts have been messed round with, their insides get all mangled and it takes a long time, it takes a real long time to come right.

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THE SAY YOU CAN'T WIN AT TEH INTERNETS: But that's just sheer lies and wishful thinking.

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I like to think my shit has more dramah!!! per post than any other blog on livejournal.

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