L: I saw the way you were just looking at me...
JC: Huhn?
L: I said I saw the way you were just looking at me, buttlips...
JC: What does that even mean? I'm trying to relax...
L: You are so full of shit. I've been around long enough to recognize hungry eyes when I see them. You wanna get messy, big boy?
JC: You think you're getting to me, don't you? If you're implying what I think you're implying, we just bbq'd last night...and two days before that.
L: You're making this way too easy...what did we eat again? Bratwurst?
JC: Yessssssss...
L: I distinctly remember you saying you couldn't ever have enough sausage in your life, no?
JC: We aren't bbqing again, ok!
L: Listen, when you get to a certain stage in existence, it's ok to take the road less travelled...
JC: Exactly! No more bbq this week!
L: Hahahaha. Am I being insensitive?
JC: What in the heck are you even talking about?
L: C'mon!...just let me put it in your butt?
JC:........
L:....Facefuck??
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jQjdHUX2T4c
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
Broad Shoulders
They thought it was blood. A man covered in blood shouldn't be that out of the ordinary considering the crazy shit I've seen go on this beautiful metropolis...Three months, two days and I'm not wearing my watch today.
Already late to meet zee boys for drinks, this bench looks like a good place to sit and shit myself proper. The doc couldn't give me what I needed so here sits the superhero, plain clothed, saving 'everyday' the trouble of forced emotional palliative care...
Get up and keeping walking you poor baby.....
"Red wine gives you a killer hangover duuuuude"..."I don't know why you drink that frenchshit?" Your head pounds and it feels like you spent the night tucked under the arm of your suppressed Roseanne Barr fantasies. Embarassment aside, Roseanne is much lighter than multiple exit wounds and two lungs full of your own blood...no?...yeah, much less heavy.
Three officers lost their jobs. Three months, two days, 4 hours and 3 minutes...the anglican church is only two blocks from my weekly tough guy sandwich. The clock tower tells my late ass to walk faster and asks me to forgive every little squealing piggy on this legoland.
I don't understand why I'm not floating down these sidewalks?? I am going to kill a human being very soon. He's going to swallow every adolescent memory of alienation and unchecked agression he ever benched.
My local haunt has a red white and blue neon sign out front.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WatgnzGsmfA
Already late to meet zee boys for drinks, this bench looks like a good place to sit and shit myself proper. The doc couldn't give me what I needed so here sits the superhero, plain clothed, saving 'everyday' the trouble of forced emotional palliative care...
Get up and keeping walking you poor baby.....
"Red wine gives you a killer hangover duuuuude"..."I don't know why you drink that frenchshit?" Your head pounds and it feels like you spent the night tucked under the arm of your suppressed Roseanne Barr fantasies. Embarassment aside, Roseanne is much lighter than multiple exit wounds and two lungs full of your own blood...no?...yeah, much less heavy.
Three officers lost their jobs. Three months, two days, 4 hours and 3 minutes...the anglican church is only two blocks from my weekly tough guy sandwich. The clock tower tells my late ass to walk faster and asks me to forgive every little squealing piggy on this legoland.
I don't understand why I'm not floating down these sidewalks?? I am going to kill a human being very soon. He's going to swallow every adolescent memory of alienation and unchecked agression he ever benched.
My local haunt has a red white and blue neon sign out front.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WatgnzGsmfA
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