Yikes.
What a heading eh? CHRIST O'MIGHTY!
Spell check said that "O'MIGHTY" is misspelled.... I beg to differ.
So as you can plainly see... I am not dead yet. Yipee.
Tomorrow I shall hunt for the Egg's that the Christ Rabbit hid with my tiger of a son. And we shall feast on the un-born egg boiled inside it's shell and worship at the feat of the great fucking big bunny-god. Amen and yep.
too many noises in this house.
chripes.
ok turn off tv man.
turn off down low.
down
looooooooooooooooooow.
shabang.
doowop.
debweidewbop.
check out later post's for more inner peace and some bit of sense.
"I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often." — Charles Bukowski (Tales of Ordinary Madness)
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