February 2012
17 posts
Most nights I dream about normal life occurrences
and when I wake up I’m confused
about whether or not they happened.
I also dream about things that have already happened,
then I get déjà vu in my dreams,
then I wake up confused,
and then I blog about it.
I think I may have picked up sleepwalking,
last night I woke up in my roommates bedroom
and I vaguely remember struggling to choose which chair to sit in.
If only you could
see the dumb cunts trying to
get involved with us
I HAVE →
another blog, recently resurrected due to circumstances hardly worth tackling.
If you’d like to see my more complete thoughts then here is where you go.
I hope you hear me, you’re hardly worth tackling because you’re inconsequential to my story.
Not you, but you, I fucking hate red hair.
I am a cruel beast, and your love is unwarranted.
Am I an artist yet?
Am I a genius?
Please tell me when it’s time
I’m waiting for one of you to treat me like some sort of child
king.
When will you see me for what I am?
When will you recognize me for my greatness?
Life sucks, then you die.
Hung over at jury duty. This was a poor choice.
My life is eight Old Milwaukee tallboys and Elephant Shoe.
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Last night was fun.
textposter:
I Am Drunk On An Alcohol
I need a drink
I need a good fuck
I need something
someone to occupy my mind
until it burns
I need a burnt mind