September 2011
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I’ve noticed my tumblr is blue and sad. I don’t give two shits.
Let alone a dollar.
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“November 28th of last year.”
“You seem pretty sure of the date. Did...”
– No Country For Old Men—— Woody Harrelson
I sat up all night with gangsters, rapists, murderers, thieves and crooks. All they seemed to talk about was root beer and the new ways they now build train tracks. So I sat on the floor cross legged and asked where the regular beer was. They pointed at the basement. So I proceeded down the stairs, to find a fridge that was sweating. I opened it up to find it full of warm Pabst Blue Ribbon. I...
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I asked her if she liked dancing to New Order.
Do you find this happens all the time?
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"That brings up another issue.."
“What are you two doing in the sewer?”
“We always go in the sewer.”
“Yeah the sewers..”
“Why…?”
“Why? There’s stuff down there.”
“Yeah I mean man don’t knock the sewer.”
“You can find all kinds of shit down there.”
“But how are you so clean?”
“We take our clothes off so we...
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Sometimes, like now, I’m lonely and full of doubt.
Yeah, shes wearing the night’s expression.
But you gotta feel it.
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Whooping older dudes in drunk bowling. Chugging beers in the parking lot.
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That’s probably why I burn up all the kush and devour all the Cheerios.
