As the Waffle Burns or Talking to a New York Lifer

Ground Control to Starship Capt. Zoot -
I have been kicking around a mash-up of Love Story and Closer, called Love Closer. It has already been described as the Disney Channel producing a porno, Extremely disturbing, yet somewhat erotic. Talking about if the mid-west didn't have family values, would it become the Eastern Seaboard?

i just want to move to Tokyo and become a famous model!!!!!
that's in the past, you did it
i have a modeling job there on Saturday... but Ive convinced myself they are just going to behead me
I really wanna do it, but i seriously dont wanna get raped/killed
we'll see...
maybe ill just get drunk and go looking like a TRAINWRECK
livin la vida ricky martin
and still book that shit
ya... its already "booked"
Ive gotta meet the guy and go to his "studio" aka...get killed
i don't fucking know... I'm always to anxious and tired anyways... to do ANYTHING.

well take em as you can get em. his motto and surely his epitaph.
"Frank's deepest fear was being "gay-bashed" in an area with no cell service, rendering him unable to take pictures and post to myspace about it and that Lady Gaga wouldnt write a song about it. Is it too soon to make reference to the We Are The World Parody Matthew Shepard's 9-11 (remember to smile remix)?
"she was a nasty snob who shit on her own life
but at the same time she was Madonna before Madonna
she was pretty awesome"
Why loving New York is like trying to get the approval/love of an emotionally distant parent and said I love New York She just doesn't love me back and in the end
I need to be loved and I was like that's sappy and a line from a romantic comedy but it's true, New York will never love you back. that is exactly why i am fascinated by the migration to new york by ADHD fags and hags who seem to have histrionic personality disorder, like baby Liza Minellis. it is so sad really
like yelling into the grand canyon
dear bad parents, don't dump your incompetent offspring into big cities with only their dreams and your checking account number, sucking the vapor of a culture past.