Friday, July 27, 2007
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Saturday, July 21, 2007
eee
aq was the freest state in the middle east
sometimes people need to die
for women
i eat ketchup out of ketchup packets as a snack
sometimes
ahahaha
4:40 PM
it's so salty and sweet
i love it
haahaha
ahahahahhaha
i want taters
ill feed you taters
you and me emilio
we'll eate taters
i'll feed you taters
like grapes
ill be your tater boy
ahhahahaha
hahah how romantic
ahahaghaghhahaha
ahahahhahha
like the avril lagvine song
im your tater boy
leo said see you later boy
he wasnt good enough for herrrr
now he's a tater star
he opened a tater bar
ahahahahaahgahhgahahahahahaaahhaahahahahah
hhahahaah
aghahahahahhaahahahaa
4:45 PM
ahhahahaha holy shit
you need to record this
ahhhhhhhh
sometimes people need to die
for women
i eat ketchup out of ketchup packets as a snack
sometimes
ahahaha
4:40 PM
it's so salty and sweet
i love it
haahaha
ahahahahhaha
i want taters
ill feed you taters
you and me emilio
we'll eate taters
i'll feed you taters
like grapes
ill be your tater boy
ahhahahaha
hahah how romantic
ahahaghaghhahaha
ahahahhahha
like the avril lagvine song
im your tater boy
leo said see you later boy
he wasnt good enough for herrrr
now he's a tater star
he opened a tater bar
ahahahahaahgahhgahahahahahaaahhaahahahahah
hhahahaah
aghahahahahhaahahahaa
4:45 PM
ahhahahaha holy shit
you need to record this
ahhhhhhhh
Friday, July 20, 2007
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Saturday, July 07, 2007
ahwekhyill
ill wrapp it up thuisly
i felt trapped by a rare sunbeam on this dirty windowpane
for a moment
i couldn't stop reflecting once again that in me there was nothing to contort or control the inutiution which i developd out of a core that had feasted upon introspection
no learneing
no resource of intelligenge to combat the imperatives of a violent hart
your gift the gif one finds in clumsy fortunetellers whatever passed for thought was borrowed even the remark about the shelter i had picked out was was signifgant in books not and i became a walking abstract of the writers and thinkers whom i loved or admired
i felt trapped by a rare sunbeam on this dirty windowpane
for a moment
i couldn't stop reflecting once again that in me there was nothing to contort or control the inutiution which i developd out of a core that had feasted upon introspection
no learneing
no resource of intelligenge to combat the imperatives of a violent hart
your gift the gif one finds in clumsy fortunetellers whatever passed for thought was borrowed even the remark about the shelter i had picked out was was signifgant in books not and i became a walking abstract of the writers and thinkers whom i loved or admired
Friday, July 06, 2007
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