BREAD AND BUTTER.

this is late, but, HAPPY CINCO DE MAYO.

lets dance with death or something.

Okay so for the past 2 hours i've been trying to replace my stupid septum captive and insert the ball. Obv an impossible task if anything. i lost it about 4 times, cursed and kicked around things in my room, found it, tried again, lost again, broke a sweat from all this excitement. So basically fuck it,

I'm listening to reagan youth, sorta bummed out with this weather situation.

Furby, tea, and GANgsta RAp.





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On a different note, I'm reading A Philosophy of Fear by Lars Svensden. So far crudely stated, it's a pussy book. However I'm searching for a place to sink my teeth in the saucy more nihilistic parts, although it seems that about 12 pages in it's beggining to awake the hidden little schizophrenic that hides inside my small intestines.

I've added a new word to my vocabulary. Z00ked (courtesy of Harold Paz and possibly Soulja Boy). Shall i use it in a sentence? i shall.

I'm looking forward to this weekend, in order to fulfill my dreams of getting completely zooked.. till the next day.

Anyway if find you need any tracks covering your auditory satisfaction while zooked, I suggest this. they're quite adorable.

sounds like a gypsy christmas dance party..

PEACE LOVE FROM ABOVE xxo,
eMtasy