MY STUPIDASS DIARY

currently working on screenplays for a comedy. will probally post copies when completed.

the last month summed up.

on the fourth of july i went down to the oceanfront and got hammered. i was beligerent to everyone i saw and should of been arrested. i played the drums on atlantic avenue on a set that was set up for a street band. they came back and cussed me out. so i returned the verbal lashing by telling them i was better than them. I was so drunk that i had to call someone to come get me because i was too drunk to find my car.
finished summer semester. got a's in both my classes.
went to project revolution tour.
went to rockstar mayhem tour. knocked someone out cold during a wall of death while red chord was playing. got to meet walls of jericho. had vip tickets. had a great time.
finally got another raise.
bought a drumset.
got steelers and redskins tickets as an early birthday gift.

according to google this is how to say the my favorite phrase in a number of languages.
股間大好き
 انا احب الهره
 我爱阴毛
사랑 야옹l
я люблю киска
adoro coño
e di amore figa
dragoste si pizde
jeg elsker mis
i αγάπη γάτα

Razor sharp talons fresh with flesh.
Light spotted with night wraps together
strained pulsating muscles
that fall lazily behind insatiable
blood lusting amazon marbles.
Crimson stained fangs
growl so thunderously,
luscious forestry falls
with hurricane's pellet rain
on miles of sand dunes
across a turbulent sea.
Lost in a fantasy world.
I trace this on hips with finger tips.

A watchful eye on an eight month angel.
A memory faded by a thousand years.
Transformed into king at thirteen
by a golden haired queen of the land.
The crown weightless, the septor rigid.
Floating up steps, the torch ready to be passed.
Frigid blue from two feet of cotton.
The rise and fall of waves has ceased.
The world a distorted mirror.
A skewed looking glass of judgement.
The bitter taste of eye sweat.
A plethora of coherent thoughts.
Words of the wise to sooth.
Words of a mother to comfort.
With the strength of a thousand selfs,
two words whimper through my lips.
My soul is an empty wallet.
Let me taste copper.
Let my black heart
rooted in sorrow
be injected with novocaine.
Let vengeance course like rapids
through the veins of you both.