This blog is a joke and I'm pissed at myself for ever having created it.

GOODBYE CRUEL WORLD

like i said A VESSEL OF THE PUREST CREATION

Blows rain upon the one you loved
And though you were only sparring
There's blood on the eye, unlace the glove
Say, honey I am not sorry

evil's in my pocket and your will is in my hand

I have been mean all summer! It is relaxing but I can tell the exact ways I'll feel dull when I'm thicker. Anyway, my stomach is in a bad place. Anyway, your wrist is thinner than my circling fingers. Sometimes it is only one thing helps me not to be scared.

europe pt ii

I only bought souvenirs for myself.

Souvenirs:
1) Duty-free carton of "Gitanes"-'gypsy women'
2) Cork-pull/bottle opener idol of Mannekin Pis
3) Tank top with Elvis sewed in

I am dropping axes everywhere I am looking out for my future. Everything is simple! Except, what if I never find a real job? Probably I couldn't wait tables if my life depended on it.

"you can't really stay with the person you leave your family for" -- good luck, everyone.