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[08 Aug 2006|05:37pm] |
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you know what i love about life. that i can irrationally dislike whomever i want. and will. and enjoy it very, very much.
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[18 Jan 2006|12:47pm] |
He had spent one night crying hour after hour because he wanted to masturbate. He wanted to masturbate to her taking the key away, unlocking the door and then returning the key to him more than anything else in this world. Finally, he was exhausted from crying but he didn't masturbate. He had to stop no matter how much it hurt him because it would be the end of him. Once during his crying he had a vision of what his tombstone would look like if he didn't stop masturbating to the touch of her hand, the remembered taking and returning of a key:
An American Humorist
1934-2009
Rest in Peace
He's Not Jacking Off Anymore.
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[24 Dec 2005|09:06pm] |
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i was to young and naive then to link up the meaning of those shoes ridiculingly defunct shoes that i was forced to wear with the reality that we were on Welfare and Welfare was nto designed to provide a child with any pride in it's existence.
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[02 Dec 2005|07:15am] |
If you can't eat you got to
smoke and we aint got
nothing to smoke:come on kid
let's go to sleep
if you can't smoke you got to
Sing and we aint got
nothing to sing;come on kid
let's go to sleep
if you can't sing you got to
die and we aint got
Nothing to die,come on kid
let's go to sleep
if you can't die you got to
dream and we aint got
nothing to dream(come on kid
Let's go to sleep)
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