Some people order pancakes, I just sip the sizurp
Counting whales is in no way more helpful than counting sheep.
Asswipe in a porsche revved up past me. 100 yars down, his hood goes open and has to pull over. I ride past him laughing at him, right …
Dear Allergies: just so I can understand my own self-worth, could you let me know how many cartons of cigs you paid to make me your bitch?
-edadkins
Tired; cranky; miles to go before my brain explodes and the eggs of the Elder Gods emerge to devour the moon. (Or however the poem goes.)
The sky has encapsulated a blank palette, waiting for attention, in the corner of the landscape, overlooked, quiet, subdued.
Chacha sux. Asked “would you like to play a game?” and it made no reference to nuclear war.
-Indigothirdeye
Well, it’s only like a mile and a half. But the bike doesn’t really work. Okay, so it’s nice out. I’ll walk.
Tooth ache. Fuck me i’m in pain.