For Aftermath-letes, obscenesters, pomosexuals, recovering techoholics and those looking for myopic clarity. “From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.” "Life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about." Myself : I suffer from culture envy, delusions of complexity. "Like so many Americans, she was trying to construct a life that made sense from things she found in gift shops." If gift shops were pop-up ads, shopping for meaning.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
what a long week. i dont know what the hell is going on anymore. i dont know what the point is of anything anymore and finding things to fill the void just makes the hole deeper. i cant put things into words anymore. ayyyyyyyyyyyy, like a chonga losing an earring as she is going to see the padre of her babinos. an earring hector gave her.
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