You may be drunk, but I might be ugly
Posted on Tue Sep 18 01:29:00 UTC 2007
Aw, I'm really sorry Charlene, if I had only known I was in the presence of a saint I would have toned down my language, as per the pope's rather strict specifications. But, because, and, quite possibly, prehensilely, instead of, given my somewhat sub-standard country school upbringing I am left without the benefits of an extensive vocabulary, I had to make do with the words that fit.
Everybody thinks they got something, some little candle tucked away in some rotten corpse attic that makes their little light shine so much brighter than mine.
How about no. How about you don't, you ain't, how about underneath exactly you're the same as me, peel back your skin and you got the same worms gnawing at you as I do. Goddamn, holier than thou bullshit sweet jesus.
How about a courtesy?
How about a goddamn bow?
Did I scrape my crotch on the ground low enough? I hope the interview with "Women's Day" completely explains my position.
- - -
I should start ranking my posts by how many friends I lose.
Everybody thinks they got something, some little candle tucked away in some rotten corpse attic that makes their little light shine so much brighter than mine.
How about no. How about you don't, you ain't, how about underneath exactly you're the same as me, peel back your skin and you got the same worms gnawing at you as I do. Goddamn, holier than thou bullshit sweet jesus.
How about a courtesy?
How about a goddamn bow?
Did I scrape my crotch on the ground low enough? I hope the interview with "Women's Day" completely explains my position.
- - -
I should start ranking my posts by how many friends I lose.