i write nonsense until my brain just shits

i'm headed towards the ocean. coarse, wet sand with a salt soaked smell. briny air. thick green trees. pavement flowing like rivers through half forests. exit to exit we find our ways home. strip malls packed with little monsters waiting to see the sky explode. pretzels and ice cream. an armada of bored teenagers in tilt-a-whirl tanks. thousands of cows sacrificed to the patio gods. cool whip and fruit. lightening bugs and lantern bulb plants. suburban characters. bitter or crazy or confused.

a wee playlist for my mum

axe has finally lashed out at the hipster dude

AXE Twist Deodorant 2010 Commercial

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i can't get to sleep. i'm hungry and tense and i feel hollow. there's a warm, sleeping boy in the other room, but even he can't lull me into rest. i want money, a sandwich and some reassurance. the real kind that has some warmth to it. give me a cool breeze and clothes that fit. give me a new heart. give me the perfect opportunity. please.

i painted my nails to keep myself from chewing them. all the nail polish i could find at my mom's house was coney-island-hooker-red with the exception of one clear polish with gold glitter and confetti chunks in it. i carefully spread it over each chewed stump of a nail and patiently waited for it to dry, occasionally blowing on it for good measure. a few hours later i picked out all the confetti bits scraped off as much hardened glitter from my nails as possible. am i hopeless? maybe. most of the time i can't even be bothered to shave my legs.

oh for fuck's sake

being a total fucking ass, i said "go to my uncle's blog! it's so fucking great. we write blogs! yaaaaaaayyyyy" and i didn't post a fucking link. so here. UGH!

emily haines made me poop

i didn't think anybody made these. i drew these when i was eleven. cool.

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