God, Jesus, fuck.
Shit, fuck, Christ.
WHAT DO YOU WANT
ME TO FUCKING SAY?
Do you want me to tell you that I don't know
what to do? Is that what you want me to tell
you? Because I fucking will if that's what
you need to hear. I'm trying to be honest with
you, but you have to give me direction. I don't
have a fucking solution for this shit. I don't
have help that you're not too fucking proud to
take. I don't have anything to give you is
the bottom line.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
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i've always wanted to just go in some random house and just demolish everything inside with a baseball bat.
people think i'm crazy, but i now see i'm not.
:]
Wanton destruction inside your own house is anti-climatic. No soundtrack, no slow motion. Just a mess to clean up afterwards.
Somebody elses house, on the other hand . . . oh baby. I like where this is headed.
Well, Danni, don't be so quick
to dismiss it. You never know,
maybe we're both crazy?
Wait, did I say both? I meant
all three of us might be crazy.
:]
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