okay, i don't usually look at my own blog, but with the new project i'm working on i needed to check the archives for some lyrics i may have forgotten about. Well i'm givin' er the old peep when i notice i have a bunch of comments (which does not happen). I take a gander and find that this is apparently where people want to hock ceramic animals, accupuncture, and a shitload of other weird stuff. Okay, if you happen to read and like this blog, that's terrific. In fact, it makes my day. I would be happy to know people read what i write. However, if you are using my blog to sell shit you can shove your life right up your jacksie. I know it's probably cheaper than placing an ad in the paper, but none the less. all that aside i hope i have about 10 comments about how to get a bigger dick under this very post tomorrow. so thanks! anyhow. and now you're there. your eyes are drifting. to that fake blood. covering every floor. every room is full. every girl is still. there beside you like they were that night. so now come on boy. your phone is ringing. every inch of the house. carpet gets pulled back. for the love of every one. expose a little floor. "that's where they are buried". "they are buried right there". i'm screaming so loud. deceived and deceiving. parts are still moving. the young are now proving they need us no more. we're too old, there are doors. they get opened and then resealed. the tits of the market can now be concealed. behind the bars. the world is just smoking. the windows are all open now. we are screaming. tonight is the first time. we are bored with existing. we admit. we hate we're existing.
