Fuck ya, A day earlier than you're used to getting fucked. Wasn't that story, double lit by it's me, I'd didn't figure I could batch up %^&$s in volumes, but, ya fuck ya. I got no reason to doubt you baby, it's all a terrible mess, and I'll run in the rain til I'm breathless, when I'm breathless I'll run til I drop, hey, the thought's of a fool's kinda careless, just a fool on the right block, ....light of the love that I've found. I know most were playing along, and really fuck the dummies. It's Sherdog, where's yer Kicks@Fuckyou! where's the upsidedown exclamation mark?
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When I die, which likely will be sooner than you think, I won't be posting banner. If I go eight months, ... you should vote in an ass grenade to mimic my shit. I ain't a hard guy. A cursory glance at your thrift store will get you physicality, and let's see, mine is the first simplified guide to Stanislavski with the Gielgud preface, thin as fucking dime. I know Mickey Rourke and another volume of equal girth that's his bible, little b, when I heard, I can't be certain, but I imagine, I put whatever was in my hand down. I can narrow it down to two video clip, one was kind of lengthy with Aronovsky, when he's on a balcony somewhere and earlier he has a crazy blue flannel from a nicer store than where I buy mine, and later he's talking about his little Meisner or Stella Adler, Strasberg, Clurman, man. I don't remember the book. It's in his video clip and it meant a lot to me to find that book he carried with him coming up, and not as long ago as you'd think, I was on a divan or one of those half couches you're supposed to half-couch on, somewhere I had no business being with someone I have no business being with, and then I catch myself, like I guess I will till the end of my day, that life's a joke, and ya feel like a warm silly God in your humble head walking alone with Nietzsche and Mike Tyson with an Elizabeth and Cus D'Amoto invisible chokechain jerking ya to earth. Don't ever get busy with your fists, that number will never go down, slow down, nobody's going away. It don't matter. was it TSOL? hmmm.
Anyway, Fool's Day is Everyday. If not me, in the fight forums, where an honest day's love and affection by me will sink like a fucking stone never to be seen again, that's for Jim Morrison, who as little fuck they have a picture of me in the annual, if somebody remembers someday, if I'm still alive, I'll post. I'm asleep in first period and the whatever girl took my picture reading No One Here Gets out Alive, Morrison's biography. That book, and A Clockwork Orange, the book and the Movie, and everything Jim read, from the Beats and Artuad, and Nietzsche and everthing. Don't give a shit about grandiose but that picture was a moment in time. There was maybe a week in between. In essence there was different guy asleep in that picture.
Well that's a load off. Have a good...Sunday. I thought there was only 30 days, hahaha. That's the ruckess, I thought there was 30 days. Well, who could expect to hold their @#$% in an extra day. If you thought Mick Jagger died, know that I wouldn't do a thread like this.
Cheers and have a great day.