Posted on Monday October 3rd
About me
The quickest way to my heart is through the front of my chest. "I had a friend once,
he took some acid,
now he thinks he's a fire engine
It's okay,
until he pisses on your lighter,
kinda smells,
kinda cool,
kinda funny anyway
I had a friend once,
he took some ecstasy,
tried to marry me,
and everyone in the room.
He was sorta loving,
kinda caring,
kinda tried to fuck my lazy boy.
It got a bit messy,
all over the curtains,
armchair covers,
throw pillows,
and carpeting.
getting bored,
I'm getting bored,
getting bored,
I'm getting bored,
getting bored,
I'm getting bored,
getting bored,
I'm getting bored!"
... So I started keeping up my blog again.
