Random Thoughts 15

Dammit I'm mad.
Evil is a deed as I live.
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?
Man, it is hot. I'm in it. I tell.
I am not a devil. I level "Mad Dog".
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,
In my halo of a mired rum tin.
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
No. It is open. On it I was stuck.
Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider… eh?
We sleep. Oh no!
Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.
Both, one… my names are in it.
Murder? I'm a fool.
A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash,
A Goddam level I lived at.
On mail let it in. I'm it.
Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!
A loss it is alas (sip). I'd assign it a name.
Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:
"Sir, I deliver. I'm a dog"
Evil is a deed as I live.
Dammit I'm mad.

Demetri Martin is a fucking genius.



Edit: Apparently I'm better at English than Microsoft Word 2007 as well... Stupid fucking program doesn't understand basic grammar.

 

Quoted for mother fucking truth.

 

It has been sunny for three days and my outlook on life has been too. It's funny how the weather changes me, I don't understand how people can get depressed living in LA.

 

i feel bad

 

Something wrong?

 

Ohhhh what to do....

 

I'm supposed to take part in a Valentine's Day gig. Nervous!

 

Apparently, it had champignons in it.

 

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

 

Heh eindelijk weer een lama aflevering.

 

I have a big secret
out of a shroud prison
The big horrible mess
I'm covered with mud and bile
Inching towards the crowd
Arms outstretched
Releasing my confession
I am a snake
I let my children let my children go
to fend for themselves
De-scale me leave me naked on the cutting board floor
I have a big secret
Out of a shroud prison
This big horrible mess
Hing to dry in motherland
Sun tinted humidity
Releasing my confession
I am a snake
I let my children let my children go
Our lives are swamps
We are the swamp
Can you take it
Can't you just get rid of it all

 

Yaaay! Gauw even kijken.

 

best owned picture

 

My sister has got to have one of the worst laughs of all time. It sounds like she forces it every single time instead of just laughing. It's pretty annoying, but really funny to hear.

 

I just wrote a poem. Trying to think of a name for it. "Dear August, My Bittersweet Chaos" sounds good. I think it's to graphic to post at the LPA though.

 

That is so cute

 

No.

 

A thought provoking lolcat.

 

I just won a free DP