every time a runway model bites it, an angel gets its wings
it is one in the morning, one hour past midnight, the coach that turned into a pumpkin has started to rot, i am fucked up and amazed my fingers which are numb can find the right letters to press to make coherent words....
three hits of sake, three gin and tonics, oh boy i got pictures but i have to load them up, that will be tomorrow, i will say when i do...
i have to go to work in only a few hours, good thing is my boss was out with us, so when i show up late it shoudln't be a big deal, too much....
it's like a masquerade ball, when you all get mixed up and try to find your partner, and when the lights come on and you remove your masks, your partner, the human you are supposed to be with, is across the room with someone else, and you have all, save a few lucky couples, picked the wrong person to shackle yourselves with..you know what i mean? why are you there and i am here and even though we should probably meet chances are we will never share space, what the fuck is up with that?....
i sit and stare at the wall and think of the one who is not even close, the one who might be the one, and i laugh at the gods who use me as a pawn in their eternal game which exists solely for thier amusement...but i make no sense and so i shall shut the fuck up right about now , funk soul brother...
the easter bunny paid a visit about two posts ago...
i know deep inside my bones that i should just pass the fuck out and not hit "publish post" but oh no, i will bare my pitiful soul for the world to see, even though not even a small percentage of the world will in fact see...
ok, fuck it, i am calling it out...swiffer pads look just like womens panty shield pads with the wings and all, i cant help but notice....
i should go pass out now, doubt i will go for a run tomorrow, or go to the gym, or do any of the masturbatory self improvement crap i do in the pathetic hope i transform myelf into something slightly desireable...
have i thanked you all for reading my shit? if not, then let me now thank each and every one of you, sincerely, thanks....
three hits of sake, three gin and tonics, oh boy i got pictures but i have to load them up, that will be tomorrow, i will say when i do...
i have to go to work in only a few hours, good thing is my boss was out with us, so when i show up late it shoudln't be a big deal, too much....
it's like a masquerade ball, when you all get mixed up and try to find your partner, and when the lights come on and you remove your masks, your partner, the human you are supposed to be with, is across the room with someone else, and you have all, save a few lucky couples, picked the wrong person to shackle yourselves with..you know what i mean? why are you there and i am here and even though we should probably meet chances are we will never share space, what the fuck is up with that?....
i sit and stare at the wall and think of the one who is not even close, the one who might be the one, and i laugh at the gods who use me as a pawn in their eternal game which exists solely for thier amusement...but i make no sense and so i shall shut the fuck up right about now , funk soul brother...
the easter bunny paid a visit about two posts ago...
i know deep inside my bones that i should just pass the fuck out and not hit "publish post" but oh no, i will bare my pitiful soul for the world to see, even though not even a small percentage of the world will in fact see...
ok, fuck it, i am calling it out...swiffer pads look just like womens panty shield pads with the wings and all, i cant help but notice....
i should go pass out now, doubt i will go for a run tomorrow, or go to the gym, or do any of the masturbatory self improvement crap i do in the pathetic hope i transform myelf into something slightly desireable...
have i thanked you all for reading my shit? if not, then let me now thank each and every one of you, sincerely, thanks....
rescued by Deek Deekster at 4:03 PM
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