If you are up in the Mpls this wednesday you should go to the Hard-Cock(Rock, whatever....) Cafe and see my friends win battle of the bands. Jess is one of my bestest friends and this band is full of down-ass people. Check em' out at Soule Band. I'm already diggin' on the cities and I got my racoon penis-bone earings for good luck....Hope to have some scratches of writing in here soon....
So I guess homeless suits me, cause I don't have much shit at all. I use to be a friggin' pac-rat, but I guess I aint of that variety no mo'. My uncle is the most intense of pack-rats. He could tell you when he got everything in his little project apartment planet. He sent me a video once were he picked up a cup of ice tea; a cup he said he drank out of every day since the 70's. Then he would point to old record players and tell you the corner he dumpstered it and the year. He would have Colonel Sanders Chicken buckets from 30 years ago and he could prob. tell you a story about what happened as he got some of that deep-fried death trap meat (But, were southern so nothing kills us). He is a wee-bit obsessed with the Colonel, but can you blame him? He has his place packed with records and old movies and his walls are covered with all the increadible monsters he's drawn. He has mobles made out of chees-it boxes with pictures of Jerry the Mob(my dead uncle who was a clown-of the stilt-walking juggling tribe). He keeps everything people throw away and turns it into magic. He's a good kind of collector. This is a total rant, I was just thinkin' of it cause: The friend I'm staying with made fun of me, I barely have anything. Besides a mini-butt-load of toilletries, pictures, journals with thought- scratches, and my necissary books...little. I always thought I was a sharp dresser, but really I only own flashy undies, a couple dressy-dresses, and a few toys thrown in for fun. I did bring my necissary books, the kinds that just looking at their binding gets me HOT. So fuck that other shit, I got Lynn Breedlove and Godspeed to keep me warm at night. Unless I'm a good collector like my uncles breed, people just got toooo much shit!
Get a forty-ouncer
Get a girl and bounce her
On the end of my dil-do
Ya callin' me a hoe?
That's what I am
My middle name is scam
I'm a Hag
-Lynn Breedlove, 1993
So I guess homeless suits me, cause I don't have much shit at all. I use to be a friggin' pac-rat, but I guess I aint of that variety no mo'. My uncle is the most intense of pack-rats. He could tell you when he got everything in his little project apartment planet. He sent me a video once were he picked up a cup of ice tea; a cup he said he drank out of every day since the 70's. Then he would point to old record players and tell you the corner he dumpstered it and the year. He would have Colonel Sanders Chicken buckets from 30 years ago and he could prob. tell you a story about what happened as he got some of that deep-fried death trap meat (But, were southern so nothing kills us). He is a wee-bit obsessed with the Colonel, but can you blame him? He has his place packed with records and old movies and his walls are covered with all the increadible monsters he's drawn. He has mobles made out of chees-it boxes with pictures of Jerry the Mob(my dead uncle who was a clown-of the stilt-walking juggling tribe). He keeps everything people throw away and turns it into magic. He's a good kind of collector. This is a total rant, I was just thinkin' of it cause: The friend I'm staying with made fun of me, I barely have anything. Besides a mini-butt-load of toilletries, pictures, journals with thought- scratches, and my necissary books...little. I always thought I was a sharp dresser, but really I only own flashy undies, a couple dressy-dresses, and a few toys thrown in for fun. I did bring my necissary books, the kinds that just looking at their binding gets me HOT. So fuck that other shit, I got Lynn Breedlove and Godspeed to keep me warm at night. Unless I'm a good collector like my uncles breed, people just got toooo much shit!
Get a forty-ouncer
Get a girl and bounce her
On the end of my dil-do
Ya callin' me a hoe?
That's what I am
My middle name is scam
I'm a Hag
-Lynn Breedlove, 1993
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(no disrespect. sac is good stuff too.)
xoxo
Pekoe, I love Orange Pekoe tea and I love ma gang-bitch quotin Breedlove
Cant wait to flash you with ma new set
see ya in tha dirt