Sunday, 24 October, 2010
total losses during bold beginnings
my goatee makes babies cry.
thin molester over dusty chin.
prostate cancer is no match for charity hair growth.
i meant to finish my OCW story today, but the brain was way too drifty after a weekend amiss in the waters of fears and frailties.
spank spank goes the boss alarm, get back to work, kid. sorry sir, pressure cooked colin does alota fallin'.
depressive thoughts slide in after the 2nd slice.
Monday, 18 October, 2010
last call was invented by:
i meet cool cab drivers in stiff spots.
meg smiles, all sparkles.
late night home rides never remembered.
goodnight.
Monday, 11 October, 2010
10/10/10 = 28
'clean hand' remains the best bar game ever.
and there's only 1 bar where its allowed.
usually leading to post-new-west-dance-parties.
owners can't get evicted, owners can't get evicted.
tonight my mom applied the annual turkey dinner birthday hangover meal.
passed out on the couch til danny's first goal.
stole leftovers for an awesome tomorrow lunch party.
uncle buck is on, im soaked.
sometimes retrospect is like an egg, frying on the mind.
pouring maple syrup down the drain, clogging up the spine.
bend break bomb boob blast bananatastic.
hi, im buck melanoma, morley russel's wart.
well, 28 smells like 3-day-old sushi, but of course im gonna eat it anyway.
there's nothing else left in the fridge.
it was delicious.
sleep it off.
getting a mac this week, new everything lies ahead.
Wednesday, 6 October, 2010
step in front of me again
i hope fresh air is the cure for pre-birthday-sorta-sickness.
there's alota plans this weekend, and i need to be in prime condition.
and, completely destroyed by the end of it.
luckily they slapped a holiday in there.
thanks calendars.
im one of those assholes who gets a holiday on his birthday weekend, every year.
so no one can avoid the tragedies.
sorry about your job.
my back hurt after work so i hit the quay.
figured a good walk might un-camp the shit-spine.
and, october sunsets are beautiful everywhere.
"i got rhythm on a bridge by which the water appears to switch and settle right in the middle of underground pools in the basements of rich fools who live along the shoreline." -c.w. docker
such a beautiful place to walk, and think, and wink.
a huge seal showed up on the way back, and slapped his fat paw as i passed.
dickchalk, i thought, then i realized his condition, in a river full of tugboat friction.
help, i couldn't quite do, other than smile, and skip-to-my-lou.
"for a guy who's a pro athlete...willy's drunk alot." -b. hill
back off, we don't fight on this block.
no dale, if i hit him back, its a fight, right now its assault.
aint nobody gonna believe you chief.
adult cartoons keep me safe in the simple hours.
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