Wednesday, September 22, 2010

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.

Friday, September 10, 2010

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