11.30.2006

now both of the neighbors on the sides have requested that we rake our lawn. "tell them we don't own a rake"

i can feel the insects eating their way out through my eye sockets. they hatched sometime last night. i was making windchimes, but the jam was not conducive to reverberation. even slightly less amounts i've stolen for the toast.

here goes folks: the american youth report, a symbiotic pattern of light heartedness, and take my shit i don't want it. who cares? eat an onion

no, we still do not own a rake

hanging things in your humdrum pattern, i haven't done anything for days. infact the parasites have moved in.. to my mind. stop. circle equals the square, or the asshole.

money has replaced human worth. a long time ago before i was born. therefore i hope to favor my genetics with ink poisoning. poignantly.