febo

thank ya'll for the big ups.

currently listening to slayer

fully,

lovin' me some dk


fully,
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I am: single. dumb. into rock and roll. sometimes funny. always sarcastic. a decent bowler. and like kittens playing w/ yarn.

i enjoy: the same kittens, not going to work, kicking it live, living for la raza, every song on the top ten charts, hanging out, drinking, comic books, testing negative, but i really like pizza, smokes, and hiding the fact that i have a...
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i like the state fair. i really do. that is a picture of me blending in w/ idiots protesting 'gay day' at the state fair today. here's how it all started....

dateline: last nite.

i fucking hate playing pool. i'm no good at it, and everyone i see playing it is a dummy. lot's of high-fiving, hooting, hollerin', and general tucked in shirt machismo. no,...
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awww man. i got a good one coming in about half an hour.

well alright!

spent the day doing this up until now: (now meaning i'm about to throw this fucking cd 'stereo' i have out of the window. and i don't mean proverbially)

lunch w/ the moms (the #1 plate please), drove to the comic store amidst heavy traffic, bought a comic, drove to stupid ass tower records since it's the only place i can get a...
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just woke up from nap. groggy. making no sense. here's some stream o' for ya:

my speakers arent' hooked up to this machine and i really want to hear the i.l.c.k. right now. too lazy to just go put it on the iffy official player. it looks nice outside. i could really go for a drink. that lunch w/ my dad at whataburger didn't really...
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the array of goods i'm able to purchase in this neighborhood is staggering.

in this order: bar called the slip inn, a greek diner, a convenience store which sells, despite having two full aisles choked to the ceiling w/ cases of bud light, everything under the sun. (sure the usual like soda, beer, snacks, phone cards, videos of foreign movies, random items of unseasonable clothing,...
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knives needles bullets blood/ rope razors heavy metal and god.

why i woke up w/ that stupid lyric from that stupid song from the stupidest makers album, i'll never know. but then again, i don't really care to. heavy metal and god? what cheese.

anyway, i did have a fucked up dream that had thousands of facets. all of which i'll tell you about right...
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sometimes i work a fake name to strangers i meet. one of those names is mike fortune, based on a guy i met when i lived in austin who really had that name. a couple of weeks ago i got really loaded at work and had a go at some frat guy who was fucking w/ me and my friend and got barred from drinking...
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i believe that in the windows above the febo in that pic, some dutch champs are growing weed. blatantly. yea, amsterdam. good times.

gunshots outside and lame softcore on showtime. bad times.

fuck this flu. but one thing flu medicine is good for is sitting in one place for like an hour and a half, reading random peoples journals.
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uggh. stupid fake ass flu. and i missed my dad's birthday by one day.

'dont rush me. i get paid by the hour.'

that's the cheap inscription on the lighter that i just chunked at total suckers out of jab's window.

sometimes mother fuckers need to shut up. seriously.l,

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jab says:

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