for inspiration purposes only

im gonna give y'all an image to keep in your mind for the rest of the day after you read this. give ya something to think about


6 clowns in a row, all spread eagle, with their feet all touching one another, as they hold hands and sing.

think about it. whatever song you want. its a pretty good image i think

your stories dont look like theyre going anywhere

this one is called "UNDERSEA ADVENTURE" its about a very eventful submarine-luxury-cruise adventure thingy

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lady butters her bagel as her miniature clown mathematician signs the deeds of her house over to one of the waitors aboard the ship
a cloud of mist arises from her boiling hot champagne, and suddenly explosive diareeha is heard all across the land.

over in one of the bathroom stalls, one of the crew members is suffering. he forgot his lactose pills and just finished eating a pint of Vanilla bean. could he have been responsible for the noise?

and then, a catastrophe! the planesman has suddenly gone blind! who will steer the ship now?!

the miniature clown is trying to charm one of the waitresses by telling her the story of how he inherited a multi milliondollar mansion with illegal immigrants working inside, and then of course, how he set them free..

a fire erupts in the kitchen after that idiot Jonesy-boy threw a rag (recently used to wipe away lots of spilt kerosene) on a pile of lit cigarettes next to a botttle of rubbing alcohol incoveniently placed next to open flames on the stove. Death to all aboard is imminent

old gold cold booty

i woke up this morning to something truly peculiar. i woke up soaked. my first thought was 'fever'? but when i had a looksy i saw a puddle on my pillow that had made a stream toward the indent on my bed where my butt keeps toasty. 2 warm silvery chrome looking puddles. and when i looked into them both they started to show what seemed like a movie. it was me and a friend running through a field in beautiful weather. no sign of city life around us, and perfect health. we were running along side some kind of giant-fast-cat, half hugging it as we ran and laughing and i pulled a wad of money out, oh 10 grand id say, and i said aloud "heres to financial stability!", and i threw the tied up wad in the air and caught it still while running and we continued to run into the obnoxiously blue-skied distance where our shit-shack was posted, where we'd stop for a snack in our new home in the country.


no that didnt happen. but maybe

aceofbase

sensetive lady on mountain

throwing a tantrum, throwing rocks off a cliff, curses echoing across the land

no more menstrual cycles, but that doesn't make a difference

because hormones seem to be running rampid

small lizards flying, trying to cling onto moss for dear life but nopeeee

angry angry lady on mountain, ya wouldnt even know she was a female if she weren't wearing heels

that fucking napoleon complex, god help us all


IM GONNA BE LATE FOR MY FRIENDS BIRTHDAY PARTY IF I DONT END THIS ENTRY NOW


"YOU ALWAYS GOTTA BE THE GUY ON THE MOUNTAIN WITH THAT BIG EGG"

iz back

so many art projects, so little time.

i STILL have yet to create that evil gold masterpiece. and my birth control "installation piece" flower. sorta excited despite lack of supplies and $$$$$$.

and this IS the blog again. i think it just may be the backgrounds, but that last one was depressing and boring and not nearly as popular. blech. i need popularity so whatevs

the final chapter. or as originally typed; the death card

i dont know what difference a change of website will make but the time has come. ameliaivo is no more. ameliaivo started out strong after the collaps e of my last blog (and life). every now and then hints of hope and creativity blah blah. but another one of my famous innerchanges is going on within.

and so i begin another blog. a third. also named after a cocteau twins song. what will the difference be? i couldnt really say. something more raw? more stories maybe? i dont know.

im mainly doing this because 320 blog entries are an awful lot to read on one site. and i expect you dears to read as many as you can. but 320 is an undesirable number of thingies to read. so here i go. l8er. i still love all the people that i always loved and i also love the people that i hate because it shows that they are dear even in a horrible way. sweet cheery, cya.

i know too much about this girl's ex boyfriends dick

she keeps posting about it on facebook and i dont know what to do

jealous drunx

all lined up against a brick wall pissing and puking and cursing and hollering at girls walking by and spitting at successful folk. heavy cockney accents but certainly no cockney reject ;) ;)

..and later that night, Dirtbag's delight sitting next to a glowing fire in an alleyway recollecting thoughts of a day gone to waste but one filled with booze. some of them begin to slide down the brick walls, everyone dangerously close to the fire but still safe. some still awake with faces (!!!!!). and beer breath breathing onto open flames, embers rising violently with every word. as the temperature decreases and the winds pick up, the flames lower and lower as do the drunks because theyre sinking-into a deep sleep only to be awoken again soon by a rising sun

1 paragraph into Music for chameleons

and im already in love with Truman Capote

fluck thlis karp

eye wuz so iritated bye all the bad peephole i delt with yesterday that it went into my dreems... so many bad fluckin dremas, involving theives, having gunz pulld out on me, frenz fucking everywun i no, FATCHIKS SINGING FOR OURS AND OURS, ISNT THAT FUKT UP?? (this one fat chick sang a really good song, so good that i offered her a fish to eat with garlic sauce)

eyem glad i went to bed erly last nite becuz i was redy to stab kidz in the face. so meny snoby kustomers, and eeven my frendz were acting like 5 yeer ol ale-ian shits asking too many unimportant questjjuns. but thats all gunna change, beleeve me..

totes 4got!

that other people eavesdrop too! like me! nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

i still know how to cry for other people

what is it called when you cry over someone elses misfortune? is it extreme empathy? its a strange ability/weakness...? i dont think anyone has this and if they do, i guarantee its not to the degree that i have it. i can go to pieces in seconds. just cried over an ex-boyfriends dad who i never met (altho did speak to him a few times through the 'net) and all through indirect news.. no recent communication with either but it affected me sorta hard and upclose, like someone said it to my face.

one experience that always sticks out in my mind was when my neighbors husband died. i was obviously never close to her since she was just my neighbor and is a good 40 years older than me. i saw her in the hallway 2 days after his death, i said Hi not looking at her pretending like i didnt know what happened. she said hi quietly back to me and i guess on impulse asked me how i was doing like she usually did and the most bizarre thing happened (im sure she thought so anyway), i literally looked directly into her eyes and didnt respond. iknew that no matter what id say,id burst into tears. i then turned away, saying nothing and practically ran out the door of my building. ijust couldnt do it. im like some kind of emotional sponge. and while it might seem fake to some people or endearing to someone else, one things for sure, its probably not healthy.

Who do the heroes look up to?

i have a god in my mind and most of those who know me well, know who he is without description. but for those who don't; he's only 48 years old and an alcoholic. he's not related to me or has even met me or even closeee to well-known. he is unattractive and despite the fact i love him dearly without ever have meeting him, i would never date the man. too godly. i would feel out of place and low. but ive always wondered who the legends look up to. sure there are previous legends and heroes but how do the current heroes even become that status? i guess its impossible to say. maybe im my hero's biggest fan. maybe he has no idea that someone thinks so highly of him and has practically dedicated a blog to him and has learned so much and has been so comforted by his songs. its so weird especially when your not that famous. just to think that across the world some little girl is writing an entry about you and how you've changed her life forever and how important you are to her and probably the rest of your fans.

"i hardly ever drink anymore, this is my 5th beer today and i'm not even drunk"- stubbs.

apparently the europeans can even drink better than us.

The mailman, my luv, he sends his warmest regards

didnt you see him eyeing you on the way over? he tried to look up your skirt. yeah i think he knows youre in high school but that never stopped him before. the mail-lady, on the other hand, does not think so kindly of you. your young svelte figure makes her jealous, makes her wish she did something more meaningful, and not let herself go the way she did. a young mother. a divorcee, sitting at home eating chips, watching DANCING WITH THE STARS, talking about the celebs, who got fat, whos dating who, etc, etc. did i mention, her ass is HUGE but not in a delicious way. just a wide, flat sorta way. like what happens when you take a ball of clay and slowly put all your weight on it, until it becomes almost 2 dimensional. poor thing. she hates you. she'll find reasons to do so, and give you a hard time no doubt but secretly she wants you and your life even for her own... ... but oh well... its not so bad, is it? it could be worse... she could be working at the dmv................... ..... patti and selma....

midnite my luv

memos written to noone but thought notes processed thru phone, dear me should i have stayed home? and watched home movies rather than sit in mexiville listening to a persistant accordion and tuuuuuuba? i can spot skinheads in the room, are they racist or loving? i dont know how to finish that sentence and now with some 10 odd minutes to spare, i will takeon the hardest mission; finding the cheapest beer store on times sq ~sometimes life is so tragic~. ihope this trecherous trechery is worth is. show me a good time nyc.. very few good times you have.. said yoda.

written last night on my phone. and to answer your curiosity, NO, last night was not that great and i lost my wallet and have to go to the dmv. wonderful.

Aquarius rising

stressful and unclear

what do i have to do?

do i need to paint my face and flail my limbs? start a hoax? shave my head? what will it take?

WAX LYRICAL/RELEASING

I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE LOOK LIKE SHIT EVN THO THEY MAD INTELLIGENT. NOTHIN WORSE THAN A CRAPPY MOHAWK WITH-GOATEE AND GOOD TASTE. WHATCHU THINKIN??

ONE BIG BAD ONION

spazz: oh brocky, ive gone and done it again

brocks; whats dat?

spazz: i ate a bad onion and now i cant seem to leave the bathroom except to inform you on the progress of my condition and the flames surrounding my crack. buttcrack that is.

brocks: now spazz, you know thats awful vulgar of you. what would the other people here think?!

spazz: they would feel sorry.

brocks: i think they would be disgusted.

spazz: noone has any compassion anymore. noone.

brocks: Good god spazz! what are you getting at? dont get emotional on me! how odd. i never saw you as an emotional person. whats wrong with you?!

("every rose has its thorn" starts playing softly in the background)


spazz: i think i have to go.

brocks; bathroom?

spazz: no. just leave.

brocks: take wattie's pet iguana with you. the streets are wet and dark and no place for an unescorted young woman with a timebomb for a butt. i meant that in two ways. lil joke there, heh.

spazz; i dont need ignacio (the iguana), i can take care of myself for the time being. but you just wait. i will be dependent on something soon. you know i have weak moments; eventually someones gonna have to help me. just gonna have to ask i guess.

brocks: do it soon. before you hit rock bottom.

spazz is quiet.

spazz: well aren't you honest?

you leave me here in the shada-lala

when time passes even some of the ugliest things can look good again in retrospect. at the same time the complete opposite can happen and things might become even uglier. ask yourself why did i pull 4 of pentacles/knight of swords broo-haha? does it even matter anymore?the trick to letting go of old grudges is to make new ones. suddenly that last pissstain dont look so bad! and thats because theres fresh piss all over my slacks and its really uncomfortable and you ought to be punished!

but a pissstain is a pisstain that is, unless it is a shitstain and those do not come out as easily, if ever even. how many shits have people taken on you?

stop being a baby!

reach for the stars, get high, real high... but keep a reality check. fantasy and reality must be kept separate... or else. i got high, real high and then i forgot i had to come back down again.

photo from the 'double dutch' video i believe

good song. never lets ya down

all i do is sicko

this actually happened yesterday (not the exact lines at all, but similar situation)


wattie: (off in the distance) "seems like he's having fun"

spazz says nothing.

wattie: (says something spazz cant understand)

spazz just smiles and doesnt ask what.



Spazz: Just spent my sobriety on more than likely, Miller Hi-life. what do i do?

Wattie: I'm an alky! you think you can even ask me this question?? i bet your pubes aren't even red!

Spazz: Happy st patricks day, Wattie

Wattie: So much crazed NYC anger. All unavoidable and un-understandable anger. you need a salt and pepper recovery. you know what the means? it means getting back to the basics. I just wanna listen to the beatles and go to bed. Goodnight... Help! ... help me. I will help you help me.

its whatever

HOW IS IT 'WHATEVER'?

yet another winner

"He doesnt care about warfare, he must be safe
We adhere to the idea of mister Mr. sincere,
And we adhere to all that he holds dear, but all the things that he holds, he owns"

meh

didnt like that last one so i deleted it.

clocks that disintegrate into beads

every single time i start something i end up regreting it because i dont think it through and i dont use spellcheck or common sense. the best thing to do in a situation where you dont know what to do and dont have time is to just start and see where it goes. look at me. 7 31 pm. still gotta shower. and what about tomorrow? i wanna go to the beach before work. maybe ill do that. do you dare me, because i will. i certainly will but damn will i have to get up early. oh dear. here i go again. my 5th bowl of pasta coming up. ive got some explaining to do, ricky. :/

endless blockades for the pussyfooter

driving down the highway with fins is rather difficult. but oh well. the life of a penguin, ya know?

.

theres realy never been a daydream that didn't leave me smiling and as i get old all i see makes less sense to me

time for your bath, renfield

Things to do:

go eat my pizza when its done (3 minutes)
get ready

buy a jacket
buy underwear. maybe some candy if i have time.

meet with a pal and get wine. perhaps go exploring if shes up for it. maybe central park. maybe downtown. or williamsburg and criticize criticise kriticize.

TypiKal wednesday. im just doing the best i can. and all i cando is try my best 4 u.

"NEED A GIRL THAT I CAN TRAIN, NEED A GIRL THAT I CAN TRAIN, TURN YOUR BACK N RUN NOW, YOU HAVENT GOT A CHANCE NOW"

"WOW! HEY IM FUCKIN IN THE MOOD!"

and i apologize

for all the previous angst but it needs to be released every now and then

I REMEMBER WHEN THIS VOLCANO HAD INTEGRITY

shit changes

don't hide it, provide it

running in circles along saturns rings. its a strange sensation.. "you've never been??".

I...can't... quite...get....it..!!

grrrrr! ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh rrrrrrrrrrugghhhhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhgg! help! oh hi. oh hi there. pleased to meet you. good to see you. will you be staying long? oh i see, it's a nice day out. its hard to catch a day like this in february. its hard to catch a lot of things. but apparently not colds. i should get water soon. im becoming dehydrated. im losing a lot of fluids, i should see a doctor in fact because my health is failing and my lungs are ready to give. you didnt know? i thought you knew... ...but what about you? you are my brother, and i am concerned. our family is familiar and you are my new brother but you aren't except that you actually are and how would our family reunions work? you don't know me well enough for them to work. but again, you do. you are my familiar brother , there is nothing new about you even if we kept on meeting for the first time. i am not an acquaintance. i know you know me. and what about me? ...but what to do with pooorrr crrraazzzyyy tats? "too crazy for boys town... too much of a boy for crazy town! the child was an outcast!" what do i do? where do i go? all of my silbings are gone, not one left. maybe its time for a new family. one thats a little more familiar.

I am angry

I had a dream about waiting. For 2 different people and they either a) ditched me or b) took way too long. fucking stupid, fuckity fuck, fuck you, im not waiting for anyone.

beauty?

"by reading the book of THOTH, you will learn the language of the beast, how to see the wind, and how to hear the sun, the secrets of the stars, and the song of the gods'

out of this world romance. warm dog and cold cat

cold night, warm dinner. warm food and cold wine. cold atmosphere, warm spacesuit. 4 of cups and aleister crowley

i wrote this in 7th grade to the tune of the Foxwoods song and i still think its brilliant

writtwn about my middle school


collapsing ceilings in the classrooms,
explosive toilets in the bathrooms,
dont try to flush it or round and round youll go!

our school is small!
our school is cheap!
the floors have holes so youll have to leap - just to get- across the halllllll!

lets learn for the wonderrrrr, of it all! (meet me at middle school!)


hehehehehehehe. i lost a lot of my magic through out the years thanks to adulthood and alcohol

what do i like?

expand

suns gone. and once again, gods on the side of the road trying to decide whether its time for spring again. well i'll tell you one thing, if i had the energy and time i think i can influence his decison.

im not precious, not one bit and whoever thought i was had the wrong idea. women are not precious and neither are men. its not decided that way. it was never decided by gender. all gender did was promise a baby or not. because women held a baby she was the carrier, she was supposed to protect it because physically her stomach did and it was inside her. it developed an organ. andmen?theirjob was done almost. but to raise it, and make sure this thing could survive the real world.

but going back to what i started with, why could i influence his decision? maybe because i never saw myself as neither. in my mind and when i speak to people,i dont speak as a girl or woman or man. i speak as myself and im not any of those things. physically yes. i have a vag and i can give birth. but it doesnt make up who i am. i was just given part of a 'machine'. let it cum, and pop em out. noone sees themselves as just what they are. my genitals mean nothing.

a dramatic period

there might not be a change outside but there's one going on within.

rotted

first time and probably last that i will touch this subject. because its ugly. but it needs to be acknowledged.

loyal friends. loyal boys. i have lots of strands of hair. i wake up with 6. not because i lost any because theyre all stuck together and without my permission. ill stay quiet for the family.

rotten

i have this vision of a sun setting somewhere in the midwest in a field. its almost dark tho, the sky's still reddish but it gets darker as it goes higher up, the colors i mean. reddish to purplish to dark blue and finally, near-black. moons out, like duh. thank god for thhat because without it you wouldnt be able to see the coyotes running through the weeds. theres a bunch of them, and theyre not all close together. theres 2 running up front, ones a little more up front, one slightly behind. there are 3 running behind them sorta in the middle of their pack, their speeds change a little, sometimes ones a little faster, then one gains speed and catches up.

there are 2 more behind, teeth gleaming, theyre really trying to catch up, tryna leave as fast as the red in the sky is. frankie nw stubs is nowhere in sight but you can hear him screaming like a goddamn banshee. its a scream/sing. hes either saying 'i want the moon' or 'patrick kills me'. im not sure. maybe he said both.

end.

eyes are heavy again

but this time because im tired

A FOCUS GROUP ON BPD

and i cant even register because im not 25. what the fuck.

I WANT 50 DOLLAR STORE CREDIT AT TRADER JOES

erotic thrillers for children

i do it fo' da children


songs to put old people to bed. music to wipe your ass to. guns to shoot with.

(0)(0) images to tell the blind about

drawings for the semi-intelligent


tragic tales to laugh to or alongside of

boiling hot erotica for naughty nuns


100% real chicken for vegans


gigantic asses for the super slender


an elephant stomp for a slimey stink-ass snake

for milo

im standing up on the counter licking up dishwater. fajitas were made last night so im sure there was some fajita juice. i cant tell. either way, this water pleases me. i think ill drink some more. ok im done. now to get down...

somethings been bothering me and its hard to figure it out. im pacing back and forth now. shittttt. this sucks. its so early and everyones asleeep. maybe i should go sleep next to them? or walk around some more. whiiiiineee. sorta hungry. sorta have to poop maybe. theres a box in the corner, should i.. nahhhhhhh. whiiine. and im hungry. i think ill just eat whats on the floor. or eat up martha. that might sound vulgar but i dont mean to be. after all, i got my sister pregnant. she has babies. 3 i believe, i dont remember. i miss my babies/nieces/nephews. i miss my sister.

in physical pain

i remember high school

and sitting in the auditorium. 9th grade. they say freshman year is the hardest but it wasnt, it was one of the best times of my life. ever. i had friends, i had freedom and crushes and stalkers and chelsea and chelsea market and 31 year old men. but anyhow. the auditorium. do you know how crazy it is? i dont remember why i was there. a talent show maybe? it was on a friday i think. 7pm. but i dont remember anything about the show! just that emo boys face. didnt he realize how obvious it was? he just kept his head totally turned the entire time. staring at me. even when the lights dimmed and turned on brightly on the stage, i could see the stage lights reflecting off his nerdy glasses because he was facing ME. i never understood why. it was a typical forbidden-high school romance. i was a tuff lil colorful punk chick and he was a nerdpussy. emotional looking too. ('she was a punk, he took ballet, what more can i say?-avril lavigne , except i changedit)

never did anything about it. i had enough boys on my mind already. 1 punk, 1 31 year old man and a gaydude who i didnt know was gay but eventually found out.

i had an interesting life at 14.

i know why you got mad

i overfed your dog and he died. pets are pretty much nanos. or tamagotchis. overfeed them and they die. i know this. i know because i killed your dog. and im sorry. but what good was your dog besides for company? he had no skills and no charm either, he drooled and pooped and smelled like poop. the same thing i say for horses , i say for smelly dogs as well. here is my advice;

put goggles on the critter and dip them in chlorine.

'my eyes! the goggles do nothing!'- rainier wolfcastle

'my eyes! my eyes! my precious eyes! i cant see without my eyes!!" -me, age 8-10 ..???

lil spazz and blick

lil spazz went to visit her pal blick in the town of yonder-dilly.spazz was an adorable little doll with long hair and gold eyes, a rare combination. she was also a fan of the simpsons. blick was a goodlooking silver looking dude who liked jumping off thingies and enjoyed the simpsons as well. they spent their weekend in yonder-dilly confirming this, eating sandwichess, watching movies as well as other things that the catholic church would look down upon. blick kept a small chubby tiger as a pet who ruled the house,made sure things were in order , people were getting along etc etc.

everyone got along and all went well except for some competition between the tiger and lil spazz over gigantic asses. in the end, lil tiger won but not by too much, after all, lil spazz just got her bottom imported from puerto rico, a land full of tush. and as for the rest, lil spazz enjoyed her time with blick who was an absolute dear and clever as fuck. perhaps another visit to yonder-dilly is in store! only time will tell.

hot mess over here

had some big whooaaa moments. not sure what fates up to but tarot's been all likefuckkkkkkkkkkk you in a badddddd place chica. maybe. we'll c. fell apart a minute ago hopefuly i just did too many readings.dunoo dunno dunno i feel bad bad bad .

shoulda hung out with friends tonight. definetly

stolen quote 'we have decided not to die"

that is one way to put it

all i need is heat

i know exactly what i want and where i want to be. i know how to get there and how much it will cost and how long the walk will take me. i know what i will bring with me and what i will purchase. i know what song i will listen to when i get there and i know wine will somehow be involved. i know what time i want it to be and what shoes i will be wearing. i know what smell i want to smell while im there and i know that this dream is all possible provided i have at least 10 bucks on me and the temperature would need to be about 74 degrees

i could go alone or with someone else. i want to take pictures of this event.

i dont want your seed

No.

my voice just wasnt meant to be nice

i can hear myself from the side and how disinterested i sound with even things i am interested in. so imagine the stuff i dont care about. blgeh. wannna SEE what i sound like? i sound like this:


___-______________-_-_______-
______-_____________________

all one. some small highs and slight lows. borrrrrrrrrring.

ok go ? more like ok NO !

came up with that little zinger all by my lonesome

creating the worst band of all time

an 11 person goth band. no drums, no keyboards. no bass. nothing but guitars. we all play one string at a time. and we all sing in unison or we dont sing at all. and all in different ranges. since there are a lot of people a few will have to sing the same range. i predict worldwide fame

do you know what my dream is?

one of them (part 2 to the last entry)


is to steal a forklift. no. several.but i would need other people.round up some people. steal some fork lifts. take em out for a race. i know they cant go fast at all. but maybe ill imagine they can. say they could go semi-fast! not insanely fast but yeah, semi.

we take these forklifts. 2 people per cart. one drives, the other stands on the back holding onto the sides throwing bananas and shells at the forklifts behind them! AND WE HAVE A REAL LIFE GAME OF MARIO KART!

i will do this at some point. i will even if i have to be on a motorcycle instead. or jeep

drunk driving with your feet at 1am

luckily i dont know how to drive. so i guess this is for those creative wreckless ones who do and dont care,

this is simply to test your multi tasking skills while your drunk. and to see if you survive



try drunk driving with your feet. if youre a guy, take off your shoes and wrap your toesies around the wheel. women can do the same or in high heels since a heel is like one super long toe from behind. and depending on the shoe maybe even stronger than a toe. use the other foot for breaks or whatever. multi task. now you have your hands free. eat a burger maybe, finish that beer. stick your head out the window for air. drive along the sidewalk if noones around. honk your horn. blast something real badass or weird. whatever fits your mood and suits the moment.



there will be a part 2.but only semi related to this

...AND J.G THIRLWELL IS LIVING MY DREAM LIFE

THIS.... THIS1!! HE DOES THEMES TOO AND ALTER EGOS.

i still love leatherface and frankie stubbs but hes got some SERIOUS competiton with this man..

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/J._G._Thirlwell

MY CHEESE FELL ON THE FLOOR OMG BRB

i ate it anyway.







owwwwwwwwwww, my head.

eyes are heavy because peoplei luv will notluv me to the full extent of thelaw

there is this dude i know whos arm is so big and he protects me,i saw him in the train, he knows when im down,he covers me so,he knows when i need it, the light is so light, i need a glass room to wake up in again, i miss myluvs

all i ever do

is send out e-mails, cook, drink, read about/look at photography. what the hell am i gonna do with that? "i know how to swim." "oh, i know abouut this photographer" "oh yeah? good for you. im gonna go save someones life. you keep looking at those pretty pictures"

just typing that sent shivers down my spine.

IT FUCKIN SMELLS LIKE VOMIT IN MY ROOM

a look at things to come?

our dishes look like a joke

a watermelon bowl? a cow shaped cup? and all way too big. looks like a bunch of big fat retards live here



the cup is held up by udders. how disgusting

like i said before

when i grow up im going to be this man

LivRbustR

I can go for one of those guys right about now. im totally gonna sell that shit

sniz and fondue were rad

this makes sense to me

3rd try

spanish peoplez

what ever happened to Pegleg seg? does anyone know? does he still exist? i tried t o look for that mofo on facebook but i forgot his last name. what is it Garcia? gonzalez? its some kind of typical spanish name

does anyoen know if he has any friends left? im just curious if hes in a mental institution. he used to tell me fucked up stories about how some girl raped him. not sure if that was true or not considering he made up a lot of shit



my moms in the other room being mad puerto rican with her heavy brooklyn accent, talkin shit about her sister and co workers and about how she aint gonna take that shit anymore, cursing, fuck fuck fuck , fuckin bitch,"im gonna smack the shit out of her", "she gotta cut that shit out" "i need more hours, if they dont give em to me, im callin the union again". my mom and the union.