Look where your tukus took us.

Dropped off face n had to run while puffing a cig to make the train to the city. Made it. King me. Now I wonder if it was worth it. Die regaining breath infront of lifeless people while listening to a song about a persons ending. My head is starting to hurt from my lack of train tickets. 12 mins til the thornlie train leaves. Everyone scurried like rats. I concurred. Make it on that train, lazy eyed and hazy brained. Sit across from an indian version of zelda n other mythical creatures. Just another weekday.

You Flaming Mongrels.

Dark Rooms, Bright Lights.

know the margin.
it exists.
an invisible barrier yes.
but to cross it is never a good idea.
lines are drawn in the sand.
habitual line steppers appear everywhere.
a repellant there is none.
rampant biting occurs.
i sit wondering.
life.
why wont it stop dropping a dime on me.
pick one up for a change.

a fistful of quarters was one of the best documentaries ive seen in a minute.
im on some fuck billy mitchell, go steve wiebe type shit. for sure.






1.watch king of kong.
2.realise billy mitchell is a douche.
3. ??????
4.join team steve wiebe.