Friday, 19 November, 2010
pompadour at the commodore
"hey steve, whats up?"
"oh, this and that."
"how goes the shove?"
"its stiff, you're fat."
i just found this, not telling where.
Tuesday, 16 November, 2010
iMack
go slow, im shallow.
that's the first thing i told him, my new friend.
he doesn't bite, he blames.
simple in substance, but serious while stumbling.
a peaceful wall, only when presented properly.
new computers are fucked, espechilly when you cross into enemy territory.
and suddenly exist as the competition's product.
sacrifice your soldier, for one of theirs.
flip sides, like the flipmode squad.
i miss squads, and busta, and ghostwriter.
getting good on these things takes time, and i spare very little.
too busy consuming all the risky offerings.
and getting paid in spades with suspect grades.
made a couple fun videos, soon we'll have a movie show.
but for right now, nothing new, and this post will lack all that i wish i was.
and so, i slide out at first.
less a base, sloppy face, my team loses thirst.
no drinks for dinks who make the company worse.
scarce heard amid the guns below.
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