14 September 2005

Done For The Day

Right. Post artwork of Greek mythology here. Align it left, maybe right, sometimes center it. Talk about bullshit. Throw in random thoughts you have no business thinking. Write where the music takes you. Blah, blah, blah. Shitty post. Throw in some fragments. Forget where to put punctuation. We know the drill. Or do we? Because I don’t. But if I don’t then how did I just explain it? These are questions.
Murder. Death. Kill.
So I was thinking today of people I didn't really care for at the time I was hanging out with them. These people have names and faces, most of which I can't remember. But, I miss them, even though I hated every second I was with them. I hated life. I had a lot of fun, but was miserable. Anyway, if anyone from the old BU crowd finds this. May the Gods destroy the obstacles in your life before you reach said obstacles.
Enough. Have you seen that commercial where the hefty black lady makes her husband some type of fruit smoothie, probably watermelon on account of how racist advertising is, in her garbage disposal? Well the look on her baby daddy face when he drinks it is piss in my pants funny. So even if you aren't wearing my pants, your soul is pissing in them. My pants are covered in soul piss. I wear them everyday. I have sat in front of my mirror for hours trying my damnedest to replicate that expression. Sadly, I cannot.
I am all about raising the envelope. You know, pushing the bar.
You know what made me hate rap? Bone Thugs. I cannot hear that fast. Luckily I found some other shit I can keep up with.
You know what we need more of? Snoop. He needs to be involved in more mediums. I mean hip-hop, acting, producing, football little league and porn aren’t enough for me. I demand all Snoop all the time.
"Flask" is the only word I can type without removing all my fingers from the keyboard.
When will we all learn that dis bitch rules? Indeed.
I want to shoot someone in the spine.
I am the master of the sneaky link.
Anyone know where I can learn drunken boxing? I really want to learn that shit.

7 Comments:

Blogger xTx said...

sneaky links indeed.

first paragraphs are like that hard piece of shit that clogs the inside of your asshole until you pluck that sucker out with a long pinky nail and let the shit storm fly free.

at least, that's how I like to look at them...

14/9/05 19:30  
Blogger unkind said...

are you sure you're a girl? Not just a man with a lovely man-gina?

14/9/05 20:06  
Blogger unkind said...

by the by, watch Entourage. One of the recurring women is such a dusky-hued beauty that my manhood's cloth prison can scarcely it. I may have to write a hot masturbation-related post a la xtx after I go pound one out.

I'll say it again, I love the dark haired bitches. Leave the blonde midwestern brood sows alone and give me an ebon lady Satan any day of the week and thrice on sundays.

14/9/05 20:12  
Blogger unkind said...

oops, I meant "scarcely restrain it". Stupid.

14/9/05 20:13  
Blogger xTx said...

are you asking yossarian if he's a girl or me? I think you are probably asking me since Yossarian is your real life bitch. Or something.

Yes, I am a girl. I just never tire of writing about poo.

14/9/05 20:38  
Blogger unkind said...

Yes, I was asking you. And Yossarian and I are co-bitches; hetero-lifemates like he and I don't sweat the possession issues.

14/9/05 21:13  
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3/2/07 14:12  

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