Happy mother fucking new year
Chillin like a big fat fuck. 2007 had been but infanticide.
The only thing I wanted to say was… Good luck with it all. LOrd knows the neither of us have wished this- to be so close without option, you fucking her… who I split rent with. But this is what we got. And your are beautiful. You’ve got it made. And so it is. You look good in your jeans no matter. No matter. We all search out our existence on the sleeve of a simple understanding that will, in the end, leave us alone anyhow. Snot. I’ve got nothing to say of any of it anyway as I am secure in my understanding of what I am to do but no other. I’ve not know the life of trying for a few months now. She’s trying to take a shit right now. I think it’s full of hurt. Others though, have it harder no matter what you might think. Indeed they are beautiful, but to be that way is to have a curse. It is to say, that you know more than anyone, and that just aint so. We’re all the same whatever you think.
I wound up at a hooker party of sorts with my prego wife life person. They were all worth a lick. But in a small town, the pomp is short of any long pump. One must play bal lin order to play balls. I left a camera still of my intentions no mater.
Cock.
And so fuck it. Here’s to your balls in whatever way they are bound. May the lord have whatever on our souls.
I did not make it to the holy red-planet today. It is a loss of years gone by that the place holding such meaning should be tossed to the wind with such disregard. THat is such the way. Fuck, disregard. Baby.
Perhaps manana…
Enjoy your fuck face.