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slice and dice and three blind mice, go to icky fice to steal some rice.
it tasted nice.

happy all hallows eve, everyone.

horrid mares

last night i had a horrible dream.

i dreamed that faz and i were tried and convicted for rioting, and we were to be thrown into jail.
i remember some bloke calling me on my mobile demanding me to appear in court, and the next moment he called me again to tell me i was to report to jail the next day.

i remember seeing faz in school (i think?), and he was nonchalant.

i remember i was fucking scared.

its like walauaye my whole life throw down the drain.

i had a vague memory that i was shooting nails at people with a rail gun. only in my dream people didnt die, but i still have no idea why i was convicted because in my dream to me it was only pure fun and i did not expect it to be that serious.
i suppose in life there are a lot of situations like these, doing something we considered trivial but in the end it became huge.
i am number one victim.

i speak without sensitivity, thank you very much.

pardon the english.

smoke

her hair is white smoke
her eyes as white as fire
as she sways to the rhythm of the creatures cry

noisy la

forgot to mention;

deepavali spent at loga’s (aka faeces or yang or some other derivative of shit).

food was awesome, heavenly and pleasing. but then i found out it was all vegetarian.

holy shit, i never knew veggies tasted that good.

kthxbai

lecture suck

i am pillipino
i am dug dug
i am film student
i am music
i am pervert
i am larris

renamacin
lirwh
sickstlap

what else is there to do on a  tuesday morning

bruce lee

let’s just say you have a mind reading supercomputer machine thingymacbook thing, or the power to read minds xavier style.

you would not wana see what’s up in mine.

good night.

raragh

when you’ve reached this far, who the hell needs the world?

fact friday;

i have stolen before.
i have made out with a girl in my room.
i have stalked someone.

2 true, 1 false. try try try your luck
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try as i might mighty one wields his forceful weapon of hateful to fearfully smite the earth and tears it asunder as i wonderfully lay my head down to sleep upon thy soft proud bosom as we walk walk walk down the decrepit stairs of stars with conjugated words whispering themes of pure love and incest the shadow reaps his deathly scythe

teddy the polar bear says to his furry toenail, “writcomm and hunger are driving me insane.”

jauschniede borchlavsler

ah, that’s amusing;

i think i’ve like one of the others i think i’ve become like one of the others i think i’ve become one of the others there was a frail syrup dripping off his lap danced girl lapel punctuated by her decrepit prowl she washed down the hatching grizzard soft as a mane of needles his orifice icicles hemmoraged by combing her torso to a pile perspired to the trophy shelves by another jockey one of supers from which belthuzaader borned as she continued rummaging bushes of hemorrhaged best of ninety nineties and seventy seventies 90% plageurism & dungbeetles

i am going to get my lip pierced by end of the year.

harrow

you cannot be happy without first being sad.
you cannot be sad without first experiencing sadness.

which came first? happiness or sadness.

emo shit.