|hello invisible people
||[Jul. 4th, 2004|02:47 am]
The Jesse train
|||||the dying gasp of your decapitated mother||]|
looking splendid as usual. Visible people, ugly as usual. To celebrate USA day i took a few shotguns out the country and shot me some injuns. Cooked em up real good and had a good ole american feast like granny used to make. Had all the fixens. So they found george washington's booger collection. A fine find. I hope to see it when i visit the smithsonian assuming it doesnt become a parking lot. Everything is becoming parking lots. Something is always getting turned into a parking lot. Parking lots for parking lots for parking lots for parking lots. Do astronauts have feelings? Its so lonely in space. There is no antonym for lonely which is why the word lonely encompasses every emotion or feeling within a 3 mile radius. Im pro-lonely in case your wondering. So i have this letter to god i made.
With friends like that you don't need enemies.
I wonder what postage on this bitch is gonna be and if anyone would like to spellcheck that i would greatly appreciate it. I also appreciate sofas and their ability to seat multiple humans (or animals) upon a single appartus. Theres no greater feeling then watching a space shuttle burn up in the atmosphere. It puts things in perspective and makes you ask questions like "why do grandmas die" and "do blind people even know therye blind?". I got my harmonica back from the shop today only to find a genie living inside of it who immediately emancipated as i went into the chorus of ole susanna. He ate all my food. Fucking jerk.