Friday, September 21, 2012

I have decided that this place needs to be slaughtered. As I re-read things, I feel banal. I feel anger, despair, and whatnot. Argh. Self-loathing often leads to bland humour. Enjoy cheese toast with sauce.

I wish I could. Stare at things and feel the loop lolloping inside brain like roadhouse blues like strange fragrances at a fair like brown eyes from memory.

Whether or not you can devour an entire sandwich like a dainty delicate darling with due diligence, does depend on your dear daddy. Fuck alliteration, embrace alligators instead.

Do you know salt and pepper can shake your brain up?

You need to listen to some serious blues. 


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