magizine Photo

I am flipping through a magizine
and I have come across a photo that really isn't. It moves,
she moves about a laundromat of blue floral wall paper
in the baCK, AND BETWEEN THE WASHERS AND THE WALLED DRIERS.
you are looking at a blog that isn't.

The girls skin is bare, wet,and shining, her blonde hair
is my favorite, it has class even though it is dead. From out of the dryer she pulls her garments. The panties are ornamented with bannanas. A bra of printed oranges so that you can't really see what the hell they are. A scarf, it begins to crawl around her neck as she dances through the garden.

Building Building Building

I guess one of these days I will have the time and presence of mind to write and publish those things I need to say before my special day. Until then, this is what I can do. Further, I am considering buying a motorcycle and a shot gun.

A Lot Less Pissed

A new day and a new song. A whole new chance to be vague. The closest I can get to vogue. I strick a pose but everybody knows what the fuck I am thinking.

So Damn Pissed

Enslaved. Give me libery or give me death, Oh, you can't give me either, and liberty is on the other side of the hill, Hark, only one options looms.

Has it been that long?

Yes, I guess it has been a while since I have had something to say. Well, I really don't have much to say today except that I am again going to through some energy at this blog in an attempt to work through my issues with our right to die.