it's always ten miles a minute so just hold your hoses, girls. i ain't got much to say. the g'vner from that big ol' socialist state with the secessionist husband is rumored to have been a success but i call bad eggs. just bad eggs. me and my diet v8 splashed with vodka are not so much into the notion. it was watching tyson vs. what's his name with the pretty smile. also, she's gonna have skin cancer. but seriously the avoidance. what is this? why is it being bought? how dull the center is. i know more than people can imagine that i am OUT there but i still feel connected. it just feels so false. i wanna drink with joe biden, i like that dude a lot. i like me a politician who can tell a good story and i'd bet my two last silver dollars that that man can do it. give him so light. it's so stupid. she's DULL. DULL DULL DULL. she's the people that ruin things. that make the world so very, very sluggish. i want to drink gallons of alcohol and find the vaudeville. remember when people said, "give me liberty or give me death," instead of saying, "freedom isn't free." witchdoctors and libraries. she inherited a diamond and said she made it. i s'pose. i hate it all. i just want to drink. and read a million books. and laugh forever. this human condition. so i follow it all with drink. and madmen. which is sooooooooo good. characters are constantly looking like people i know. which makes me feel regret for my stupidity. i will soon learn to sow. and that can mean a variety of things. and i just keep wondering if the bananas are ripe. and why are the apples all granny. and why am i so bored. there isn't enough action. i should've written about things past but it's too late now. i skipped out on radio call-ins. and all the things i should be asking people about. how do police helicopters work? ugh. i can't stop eating fruit. and biscotti. and i just chase love. it's something worth talking about way more. but the gun is jammed. don't take it sexually or nothing. so i drink my classless drink and sulk. i need a makeover. how does one get a haircut? i don't even know. (this is where the good line goes). i'm missing opportunities. atleast i can see a newborn. it's a beautiful thing. and i should clean my room. the burps keep coming. and you know very well that i'm well read. and scattered. i read about thuggies last night. and the first indonesian war. and found a relation between tulsa and apartheid. lastly i want a light up shirt but i ain't really lookin. i just want to find the right fit. put it on a memorial and forget about it. that's what she said or that's what they told me.
the royal dumbass
just looking for an elephant graveyard in the disorder.
congratulations.
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