lar lar lar.... babble

Strangeblue on 27/5/2006 at 03:21

man this gig is sooo boring. me sit all day smack keyboard. speak to me o lcd thingummy with stereo sound. 31.4K words later me is still behind and very very boreded. lar lar lar. "I love being an author, it's writing I hate." thank you peter de vries (you cocksucker). can I trade in my profession for a nice pony? I have chicken marinating in the fridge for the past 2 days. it is becoming sentient in the rooster sauce with lemon. I expect it to declare itself for president at any time. why not put a chicken-shit with some TASTE in the white house for once? eh? the wine with dinner sucked balls and tasted like dirt. the jackaroo was apparently jackaraped on a bad day at falling rock. all in the merry month of may all my friends have gone away. can I have a buick, here, please. with a side of toast? I have a very bad ghost in the freezer. It murmurs at me every night and wants fresh baked cookies which it cannot eat because it has no mouth and it must scream but it won't fucking well shut up. I miss Hanse's cookies. fuck your towel and the horse it rode in as. are all political people jackasses or just mine? if a tree falls in the martian headspace, does it say ow?

lar lar lar

babble

Fringe on 27/5/2006 at 04:42

Never change.

henke on 27/5/2006 at 06:22

Couldna' said it better meself.

Or at all.

Strangeblue on 27/5/2006 at 06:23

I would like a Shrubbery

except his name broke

now he's a herring

oh yes: Splargh.

Aja on 27/5/2006 at 06:58

bruce?