About me: Let's just go on a bike ride when my head doesn't hurt and have a fire in the woods.
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got...
Hashish!
I want more music like riot folks and mischief brew and plan it x goodness mixed with a little crime as forgiven by with cool lyrics like i hate myself and des ark. with mostly acoustic guitars in standard tuning!
OMG! I didn't get a notification about this comment!!! I also don't think I got yr text! Text me again! Yr in school!? Where? That's great! What's yr major? Call me damn it!
Wouldn't it suck if there were hidden cameras in the house? No one would ever want associate with us again. Like, ever, ever again. What if I put a ring on everything that I like? That way no one could ever tell me that if I liked it then I should have put a ring on it, because look, I like your donk, so I put a ring on it. There's a she-wolf in your closet. Open up and set her free AHWOOOOO. My bra is in your bed. THAT'S WHOSE. I'm rambling.
