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Posted on Thu Jul 05 15:45:00 UTC 2007
Seasonably disast is stare signiform. His rotten old mouth is full of troubles; fat mother blues -- she been syphoning his gasoline again [works by principle of hydrostatic pressure, necessary that the final end of the tube be lower than the liquid surface of the reservoir, but don't suck too hard! the human stomach cannot properly metabolise petroleum]
I gotta learn to censor myself, it sucks. For the first time in ages I gotta watch my tongue, figure a way not to blurt everything out like too much cask wine. I wish the world was buried in sand: Iram Of The Pillars, fix bayonets! Devaluation, idealization and denial are often misclassified as idiopathic, that is, a disease without a cause, but us successful snake oil salesman, well, we know what the real deal is.
My rotten old mouth is a grave that won't stay closed. Slimy creepy things crawl out at night and steal children, switch the expiry dates on the communion wafers, terrible deeds, false STD alarms, the lot.
On the other hand I don't like it. On the hand I want to write everything, spit out a torrent a flood a deluge of filth and love and just trust that everything will be ok afterwards.
I don't know why.
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Intend on writing everything every stinking day for the sheer hell of it.
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If your on last.fm add me, http://last.fm/user/dirtyfilthy ,I am as white trash as fuck
I gotta learn to censor myself, it sucks. For the first time in ages I gotta watch my tongue, figure a way not to blurt everything out like too much cask wine. I wish the world was buried in sand: Iram Of The Pillars, fix bayonets! Devaluation, idealization and denial are often misclassified as idiopathic, that is, a disease without a cause, but us successful snake oil salesman, well, we know what the real deal is.
My rotten old mouth is a grave that won't stay closed. Slimy creepy things crawl out at night and steal children, switch the expiry dates on the communion wafers, terrible deeds, false STD alarms, the lot.
On the other hand I don't like it. On the hand I want to write everything, spit out a torrent a flood a deluge of filth and love and just trust that everything will be ok afterwards.
I don't know why.
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Intend on writing everything every stinking day for the sheer hell of it.
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If your on last.fm add me, http://last.fm/user/dirtyfilthy ,I am as white trash as fuck