MOSHI MOSHI WRATHKETEER-SAN
SADLY I AM OF UNSOUND MIND. IT HAS BEEN WANDERING WHERE I DON'T WANT IT TO GO. YOU KNOW THOSE DARK EMO-ISH PLACES THAT I HAVE DONE BATTLE WITH SO MANY TIMES.
SOMETIMES I FEEL THAT I AM HAUNTED BY THE PAST, THEN TAUNTED BY THE PRESENT. THEN I GO TO WORK WITH THE HOPES THAT THE STREAM OF WINDOW LICKERS & TELEPHONIC RETARDS CAN DISTRACT ME LONG ENOUGH TO FORGET.
LATELY IT HASN'T WORKED VERY WELL, AS I FIND MYSELF SLIPPING INTO THE CRAPPY JAMMIES OF DESPAIR....OH HOW I LONG FOR THE PERFECT FITTING JEANS OF OK-NESS, AND THE CHUCK TAYLORS OF HAPPY WRATHFULNESS AND THE MATCHING HOODIE OF FUCK OFF-ITY.
MAYBE I JUST NEED A NIGHT OUT, SOME JACK DANIELS AND A CARTON OF CAMELS. WHO'S WITH ME?
About Me
- Skwerl
- This is how I intend to fund my golden years...with a cult based on a rabid squirrel- you could do worse with your money...like giving it to a crooked televangelist. As I have gotten older, one undeniable truth has been revealed to me: If its got balls or bearings its bound to give you a headache.
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