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Hey Kids! So, I totally screwed up the design
for my website because, yes you guessed it, I'm a bit longwinded.
So I am doing a new journal relatively quickly. Hopefully
Dave will fix it for me so that I can write some real rants
on here and include you all in the unfathomably confusing
trappings of my strange mind. As a plea and gift to my brother:
I write a poem about a person who holds a special place in
the deepest groove of my tennis shoe soul. Stupid Treacherous
Episodic Pain in the ass wHore Asshole Nincompoop Immature
Egg-sucker! Thank you, I know I'm good, but I refuse to accept
money for my art. I consider it a gift to the world. =D Okay,
enough of that. For all of you who want to and happen to check
this at this hour, please come join us here at the apartment
for some excellent times playing midnight volleyball. If not,
then you will be forced to kick yourself when I tell you about
the fantasmal times we will have. In the words of a great
man..."And the hillarity ensues!"
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