ugggh, and the creative burst of a minute ago is over and I feel a growing addiction to the world of blogging.
sometimes like I feel like I don't have a partner sometimes I feel like I don't have a friend.
and I sit under the bridge thinking super real ground breaking thoughts, but I'm still not fucking happy.
well happiness is so relative and I wish someone had thought me that earlier.
fucking bible bangers, they banged the bible so hard on my head, I'm surprised it didn't cause a concusion(sp)
as I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I feel no evil
that is some pretty strong verbage there david.
david wrote psalms right.
so the pangs of wanting pussy never where strong enough.
and I can't say my parents ever had the joy of finding out I wasn't gay.
they're just gonna live out their life like dirty third worlders while I look at them and feel a snotty pity.
a pity that's really pathetic if you think about it.
a pity that's the epitome of evil.
so I'm not perfect after all.
shoot me up the ass enema style.