NO STRUCTURE

color outside the lines

breaking news: hip hop star akon checks into rehab for addiction to helium

Substance.

It's interesting. What is? Nothing really. Then why bring it up? My body looks good in this light. The light is perpetuating fiction. That's what she said. It's interesting. What is? The dog with the big nose. Don't all dogs have "big" noses? It's interesting. What is? The fact that the acid is burning the desk. It's interesting. No it isn't. That's true, but it's all a matter of subjective perception. It's interesting. What is? Working with the disabled. Is it really, or are you just codepependent? It's interesting. What is? The blimey rationale that keeps usurping my logic. It's interesting. What is? Going insane. How do you know it's happening? How do you know that it's not? It's interesting. What is? It's just interesting... that's all.

true confessions dark deep within my soul

my loneliness... is killing me.
i must confess... i... i still believe.
still believe.
when i'm not with you i... i lose my mind.
give me a sign. hit me baby, one more time.

Exploits of a Drunken Homo Erectus.

Last Saturday night I got debilitatingly drunk. It started with shots of vodka.
Then beers.
Then mixed drinks.
Then more beers.
Then more vodka.
By the end of the night I was fucking a goat and cumming out of my ear
Larry Fortensky has a huge rack.
Perhaps primadonna's do have more fun.
Unintentional bondage is way more fun than something premeditated.
Oh yeah, Leave it to Beaver.
If none of that makes sense, you are not alone. None of it makes sense to me either.
Stay tuned for more clues to the buried millions.

Mr. Peabody says...

Remember, kids...

Liquor then beer-- never fear!

Beer then liquor-- OH ! MY ! GOD ! I am so fucked up!

Against Me, "Thrash Unreal"

if she wants to dance and drink all night, well there's no one that can stop her. she's goin' 'til the house lights come up or her stomach spills onto the floor. this night is gonna end when we're damn well ready for it to be over. worked all week long now the music is playin' on our time. yeah, we do what we do to get by-- and then we need a release.

you get mixed up with the wrong guys, you get messed up on the wrong drugs-- sometimes the party takes you places that you didn't really plan on goin'. when people see the track marks on her arms she knows what they're thinkin'. she keeps on workin' for that minimum... as if a high school education gave you any other options.

you know, they don't know nothin' about redemption. they don't know nothin' about recovery. some people just aren't the type for marriage and family.

no mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to be a junkie. no mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to sleep alone. no mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to be a junkie. no mother ever dreams that daughter's gonna grow up to sleep alone.

she's out of step with the style, she don't know where the action's happenin'. you know the downtown club scene ain't nothin' like it used to be. you reach a point where there's not a lie in the world that you could use to make the boys believe you're still in your twenties. they keep gettin' younger, don't they baby. she's not waiting for someone to come over and ask for the privilege. she can still hear that rebel yell just as loud as it was in 1983. you know, there ain't no Johnny comin' home to share a bed with her... and she doesn't care.

no mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to be a junkie. no mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to sleep alone. no mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to be a junkie. no mother ever dreams that daughter's gonna grow up to sleep alone. no mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to be a junkie. no mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to sleep alone. no mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to be a junkie.

and if she had to live it all over again you know she wouldn't change anything for the world.