Yer poems.
I would set up booby traps for him tho.
ughh nuns.
I am really a freight elevator filled with useless material.
weeble weeble weeble...
I just want to have some albums recorded, and travel once a year. Play music on garrison Keillor. Publish something. Live simply. Have fat little kids...
-found someone in the obituaries named mr. FANGBONER.
Now that I think about it you probably don't want to hang out with two broken legs.
holy hell....I just talked to this guy
with the deepest ear holes I've ever seen.
When he turned his head to the side
these immense caverns sucked
some of the light from the room
and it was a tad darker.
You could just see right inside his head.
funny though, no brain.
I'm not dying. But I'm not fully alive either...
Mechunk, Hochunk, and Wachunk
Well, I stole your gnome box and you aint getting it back.
I'm gonna leave him on the bathroom floor, so you wouldn't want him back even if you could get him back.
Chris is gone for good for good, and never looking back
He tells me.
it's actually everyone else who is going insane and we're just defending ourselves from their insanity by being strange or childish
I’ve met more than a couple elderly people who refer to the computer as the electric typewriter and this concerns me.
in the future even throw up is electric.
-Severely detached from the 21st century
and hemorrhaging in my future heads.
I'm gonna be tired as Rip Van Winkle.
My blood pressure settles to a nice 120 over 70 when I read it.
uhhh....yes, you looked like you were about to fall, but I thought it was because you just gave blood to the 1-800 give blood truck and you were feeling all weird and woozy.
But sleeping is the most beautiful thing a person can do. For once we are quiet! We've stopped being who we think we are all day..ha. you know.
i thought you'd like the feeling of your FACE so i gave you one.
Maybewedodat?
