Some People Should Be Shot
Fuck with me,
and I'll furl my brow.
Fuck with my friends,
and I'll grate off your face.
Fuck you.
I don't even know you, but you're a waste of breath.
Fuck. You.
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Fuck with me,
and I'll furl my brow.
Fuck with my friends,
and I'll grate off your face.
Fuck you.
I don't even know you, but you're a waste of breath.
Fuck. You.
Commenting on all the blogs is now disabled. I’m almost certain that it was causing the server crashes (tho I’m not sure how). If I can figure out how to make commenting non-fatal to the server than I’ll put it back up. If not, then you’ll all have to live.
Thought you should know,
Tim.
You ask me to extinguish myself, to stop. My thoughts, words and feelings put aside to please and edify you — and you, and maybe him. And yet I recover, as always, springing back to who I am. The one thing I’ve no doubt that I understand. Oh, and life is not a balance sheet.
My head spins with ideas, or more appropriately with other people’s ideas. I tend to like those better. My imagination is a crafting hand: Refining, building, editing, finishing. Sometimes its frustrating to be cut-off from the wellspring, but it affords me a pretty unique perspective on things. Now to find the outlet.