something is not quite right about today?
i cant believe i found a rubbish bin full of brand new clothes and shoes and foreign packets of pencils at a service station in bundaberg.
this little hot dog screams murder at me
my thoughts where just sliced in half by the piercing sound of the phone ringing
how are YOUR kebabs?
i have secrets
and this time
this time its okay
and im not so fine this time
but thats okay
i could be wiping wrinkly ass for a living..
not really.
and im all that word
ya know
that evil disgusting truthful word
on other end of the scale compared to brooke
and that other girl you know.. nevermind.
hello.
tomorrow ..
hopefully there should be two men with gray hair and big glasses
to take me away to where a belong.. hopefully…
they sent me letters.. results and things..
things I never told you about.. or anyone..
its exciting.. and the drugs.. oh the drugs.
lets be all not talking about this anymore.
secrets and lies and half truths.
its one of those fuck it days.
im all half arsed and ready to bark
yeah
no one knows again
running in circles..
waiting to be caught out unaware
what kind of retard makes a sort of clapping game or whatever about the influenza epidemic anyway?
does everyone remember when coca cola changed the lift label design and they had those adds that you stared at and your arm would go all tingly.. I wonder why they banned them.
Meowww.
17:04
