diarrhea of a collective subdued morning frustration
(Monday, September 19, 2005)
james iha and brain welch's work of art can boot away the morning monday sickness faster than road runner (you know, that fucking turkeybird that goes bleep bleep, then sped away, leaving the coyote in a smoke of sand in looney toons shows?) equipped with an performance enhancing drugs and ACME speed boosters.
well of course there's a downside to it. i can't muthafucking get diary of a madman's studio version anywhere. the perfect circle version. that just weld me back into the morning depression booth yet again. fuck, fuck, fuck. fuck all, i'm going back to sleep since i'm not in the the loser-depressed-dumbass-no life working class group today. short break will do me good so they say.
7:32 AM
that fucking traitor
liEw, 18 and since 2002, 270lbs, 5ft, brazilian chinese russian icelander hybrid, black eyes, short black hair, racist, antisocial, semi-alcoholic, ignorant, exhales profanity, black-poetry fanatic