(Sunday, March 23, 2008)
A sorry attempt to blog from a mobile device in which resulted in this impertinent lump giberish.
While I'm at it, I might as well go on the record and say 'lOve thy freakin penguins'
p/s - I am suffering from acute alcohol detoxication and therefore I cannot be held responsible for this apeshit
12:21 AM
Irish Dreams.
(Sunday, March 16, 2008)
dozens of couldn't contain the love for the irish beer so they went to the celebration. the organiser tailored the beer price to be reasonable so everyone could be drunk and merry. every blink of a flash is trailed by a polaroid of smiles cause by various agenda. the mascot was freely rampaging through ocean of the drunks, if not for strictly spreading propaganda of amusement, but yet melancholic conservation of humiliation and hatred in the very soul of the mascot.
the night brought back sweet juvenile memories. a familiar face. now i truly understand what they meant by you can forget your past but your past will not forget you. so true.
3:30 PM
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
