Wednesday, July 08, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Macho Poncho
is not ok...
"Oh hey I'm in Old City on a tour of the nation's 1st capital so I have license to parade around in Glad's finest ensemble and pause in reverence at the site of every inkling of historia while my skank tourguide daughter pretends she lives here although she drove me here from Yardley. Thank God I picked up these bobos on 8th and market on my way down so when I fall face first down a flight of slick slate penn's landing steps the bums can pillage my pants for Abraham's copper likeness."
Poncho's are only ok at amusement parks and Penn State tailgates. You are only allowed to buy one while it is raining canines and pussy cats. I don't make the rules I merely abide by them.
We're getting there.
Poncho's are only ok at amusement parks and Penn State tailgates. You are only allowed to buy one while it is raining canines and pussy cats. I don't make the rules I merely abide by them.
We're getting there.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Thank You Slim...
For allowing me to vent through your sick head. That way I can just sing your songs and not have to deal with my own thoughts.
This website may start to be fun again. I can feelz it.
This website may start to be fun again. I can feelz it.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Are You Fucking Kidding Me?

I got dumped 'cause apparently I "lack passion." Which is funny cause I got dumped a year ago cause apparently I'm "too emotional." Coincidentally, both bitches told me I'm "spiteful and immature," and a "childish douche bag."
Hey Rita do you think I woulda fucked you out of your shoes that day (see above pic) if I lacked passion? Hey Sad Girl do you think I would have had the balls to talk shit to that dude you had call my phone if I was emotional? No I wouldn't have.
Don't get it twisted, perception is reality and I don't give mixed signals. . . one love.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Monday, March 02, 2009
Full Circle

You ever tell yourself so? Feel like above image? Let me just announce that I am a prophet. Motherfucking Roman Grant + Jesus squared. Not in the sense of speaking the God's word or turning H2O to cognac, in the sense that - I know what is going to happen in the confines of my own life. Despite this, I incessantly try to see the good in people. FUCK.
"Why must I be like that, why must I chase the cat- it's nothin but the dog in me."
- George Clinton





