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I can still taste the tears I kissed off your cheeks when I left, except now they're bitter. You told me I wasn't abandoning you; we both knew we needed time off. So why does it feel like I'll never see you again?

Where are you? All I want to do is buy you a hot meal and a phone card.
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To all I say: Poop!

Portland makes me want to vomit up aborted fetuses, shed tears of urine and shit out of my penis, all at the same time!
60ftqueenie:
hmm thats exactly how I feel about living in sydney.... thanks I'll remember that one....
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My dearest Civilization,

How long has it been? Two months? Does it really matter?

I was just writing you to let you know that I am back. Currently I am kicking it here in sunny San Diego, but in the next two days I shall be leaving for a jaunt up Highway 1 through Big Sur to my old stomping grounds of Humboldt County.

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soraya:
welcome back to the madness of the world called california.
60ftqueenie:
oh my darling... master of the morose... the melacholic... the stark cynical quips about this shit hole we call earth...

where has he gone? ironically he was the light in my day.....

kiss come back soon!

anyone who uses the word turgid... is fine by me...
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Dear Civilization,

By the time you read this, I will be sitting on a cliff in the mountains of northern Arizona, smoking a joint and kickin it old school.

I'll see you in a few months.
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roamingaround:
Be careful. I hear they have vortexes out there.
black_tar_heroin:
uzumaki!
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Another week, another pull on the toilet-handle.

I am beginning to enjoy my status as a fugitive from justice. And all my leads are cold.

I think I will seek out further thrills in Arizona. I almost bit it there a few times some years ago; perhaps this year I'll finally get the job done.

My crime: mediocrity. My penance: a life without living.
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soraya:
you know, you can get out of that whole mediocricity thing. really, you are the only one to blame for it. shit. you still got plenty of time to feel like you're really doing anything worthwhile. i say fuckit. do it. anything really besides what you are now.
soraya:
and chubby boy centerfold. that's a good one. original.
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Today I almost chopped off my leg with an axe. It made me feel special. And sore.

Next up, since my penis is now talking to me, I will have sex with the the brick wall, using mayonaise for lube.
gentlefemm:
Can you be my leperchan?
kiss gentle
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1 cup of coffee
2 tylenols
3 tums antacid
4 glasses of water
5 bong hits
6 hours of television
7 cups worth of vomit
8 out of ten on the headache scale
9 hours spent sleeping it off
10 times 3 equals how much money I spent

Hang-overs are a pox on my drinking career.
disappearhere:
That's pretty colse to how my Saturday has been.

And you should never see a hangover as a set back or fault in your drinking career. The hangover is your bagde of honor to carry with you all day. The hangover is the perfect reason to immediatley start drinking again. The hangover is the faded memory of a night of hard rocking. You should never despise the hangover, you should imbrace it and tell it what a good fucking time you had last night.
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Today I'm celebrating the insipid banality of life by taking a shower, listening to the Jesus and Mary Chain and enjoying everything North California has to offer. Much cigarette smoking ensues, along with a generous amount of Pabst Blue Ribbon drinking. Vivre mon morte!
minsc_and_boo:
Minsc and Boo wish you well on your adventure
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OK, so I come back to Arcata to visit for a couple days. Last night I want to hang out with friends I haven't seen since I left.

They're like, "let's go to the bar." I'm all like, "OK."

We get to the bar and see the freaky deaky girl I was fucking before I moved. As usual she was in a state of being...
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