November 2011
56 posts
you and i and things
“You just don’t think sometimes…” I said to my self.
I just sat there nodding in agreement.
“I really don’t think sometimes…” I thought to myself, “I am right about that, I am very right about that.”
I nodded again in agreement with myself.
“At least I am thinking right now,” I said aloud to myself. “and that is all...
say yes to the no-nos article →
this is an article about a show i put together many years ago. there is a free download of the performance, and some video as well. go…go look at it….and hear it…taste it all…
i ran for mayor of my town...and all i got was the... →
this is me being interviewed at six in the morning on a local news station. i had an art opening that night. i had stayed up all night drinking and smoking grass, then went to the gallery and did this live remote from the gallery. at the end i apologize to another local news personality who i had prank called shortly before that. i kept sending her text messages telling her that it was her from...
you can go fuck yourself then
i tried to be patient with you…i did.
i tried to lick your cunt about the whole thing…it went to hell…it happens.
i thought we could be more civilized and grown-up about the whole thing…you are still very much behaving like an amateur…you are still not aware enough…of yourself…of me of…of any thing.
i still have the big talking...
enough
There were enough good times for every one of them, but he decided to hoard them all, to keep them all to him self, all of the good times. The others were unaware there were any good times to even be had, he hid them so well, and they were unaware of their misery, because they did not know any different, it was all they knew, and it was well and fine with them.
He hoarded the good times,...
dirtyteeth-deactivated20120509 asked: WHAT? thats fucking amazing. anything i can watch? i wouldnt do it professionally, just for fun. I did competitive speaking in high school and i miss performing.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p7aqWQvDc14&feature=... →
one version of the tragedy at Waco
the whores in the graveyard
The old whores who lived in the graveyard were all very tired. They were tired of the strange men, and the money they took from them. They were tired of the smell of condoms, and scrotums, and semen, tired of the smell of their own cunts.
The old whores sat around in the graveyard with their sorebacks, and their carpetburned knees in the moonlight, glistening, and throbbing. They smoked...
how many pictures of my cock...
“How many pictures of my cock is too many?” he wondered, sitting there in front of his computer in his brothers basement, holding his camera in one hand and his cock-which he had photographed thousands of times since he got this camera, and that computer-his cock stood firmly in his other hand, as it often did.
“Fuck it…”he thought, “just one more.”
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hi there to you
So, I am home now. I am sitting here alone in my messy bedroom. I am sober…i have not had a drink…three days now…nothing special. It is more the situations. I drink during certain situations…and I have avoided doing so…not avoided…I honestly have had no desire to do so…that’s good…I feel good about that.
I went out tonight to perform...
my anxiety problem
My anxiety physically wears me out. I can feel it, the anxious, in my body, wriggling around, tugging at me, pulsing, and throbbing, my anxiety is alive and well inside of my body. It is wearing me out, and I am exhausted and have no energy to do anything other than worry sometimes. When I do find the time, to do something else, it is still there, sitting beside me, inside of me, all over and...
Lucille bALL Is One of These Slave Girls →
dirtyteeth-deactivated20120509 asked: noted. im carissa. hello stranger.