euro dance

hi my brain thinks to much so ive recently been carrying around a notepad to busy my mind (sodoku is boring) i will start scrawling things in to quell the obsessive horror thoughts, usually it doesn't make sense, or i will write about people on the train example

'the train smells like chicken soup,
chicken soup is smell of piss,
plenty of fish in the yellow sea.'

or i think about girls and what i would send them via sms

'your cooler then watchin empire records for the first time'

'if u had a bad hair cut you would be still sexy'


fun huh,

what do industrial emo's look like, i bet its totally awesome.

im never doing it again

such a embarrassment

how to serve chilli

baby i got it out and im smoothing my own hot sauce on ur face down ur neck, rubbin my bottle squeezing it, milking it whilst u lick ur lips, trickle a little bit of salt over the nozzle to make it sting and tickle.

OOOOOOOOOOOO

happy travel stories

Regret and its lover Guilt fuck constantly in the tent next door,

I told u that u would fuck up ur fringe with those safety sissors

There was thisss onnneee time I was in a bar in largos (ew tourists) and they had this 2 cocktails for 4 euro deal going on and happy hour finished in 30 mins, so I started to breath in the long islands ice teas, 30 mins later stepping up onto the street I realised I had over done myself.

I magically woke up in my tent 4 hours later not knowing how I got there and felt moistness between my legs. It seemed like I had pissed myself, I was overwhelmed with the shame and guilt and ran to the commune sink to wash my scandal sin soaked shorts, returned to my tent, and lay down in shame. In the morning I woke up and found that my 1.5 lt water bottle had tipped over during the night with its lid off, jizzing its contents all over me, but try explaining that to the hot Dutch girl in the tent next door who was woken up by all my late night regret

I also regret my internal rot and mould mutant cannot burn the bigots brains with super fantastic lazer power.

'tit' is one of those words u can spell backwards so it must be important

im so sensitive

this rash wont clear up; i cry so much, daddy never bought be presents, my brothers use to tie me in a ruck sack and leave me on the road; sometimes i sing sweet- poems of lust and depravity to myself in the chill of the night wishing and waiting for my nose to bleed again; blood; i knock my head on the wall and my girlfriend hates me because I watch her change from outside her window;
look at me
look at me
i am so tortured and beautiful so sleep with me then i will cry afterward;
but u wont be able to walk

i post alot to kick things off

three posts

grammer

im like ',' crazy (that was a commer in inverted italics not some attempt at a emoticon) i love using commers (is that how you spell it, how the fuck do you accually spell it?! its not in my spell check), anyway who is this 'government' of the English language that decrees and enforces grammatical law onto people, you know the type those clenched anus people who get all testicle over incorrect spelling, who the fuck do they report to. nobody.