- "If I could launch my penis as a projectile, I would sacrifice it and fire it right through your eye." -Man I do not remember this, or whoever the target is for that matter
- He shits on everybody's heads in the same moment he is using the heads for stepping stones to further his own agenda which isn't even that remarkable. -Maybe that guy
- For a Bad Day: Make a list: 1. Fell out of bed 2. Stubbed my toe (all the way to) 10. Died -1,2,3...10 things that went wrong today. That translates to: "Fuck today".
- A beetle wanders the lonely gray stretch of my bed, stumbling over fuzz. His wings are broken, he is about to die. What a lonely, tragic end.
- Under a huge gray mass; jet-stream; river: To everyone passing me in the merge lane to the right: I hate you all.
- How do they make it sound like a crashing plane, a crashing melodic plane with engines burning a bright pink? The roar of the crash is making a music that is so sweet to my ears, so sweet when it takes me.
- Lost in thought driving. So dangerous. I'm not in the car for a minute, the road opens up and for a second I feel free, until I stop at the bottom at a light, and I am in it again. A moment's hesitation at a turn, then, a leap of faith, with cars like blunt, heavy spears, unable to control their own velocity, smash, smash right into me. Smash themselves to smash you, like a volley of bees.
Man Blogger's formatting software is like...like...ah man I'm not even gonna go there. It's free anyway.
