smoking shisha in the backyard like maniacs i got burned on the face we’re dying for tinfoil stevie is coming by with some the ball has lumps on it so when i kick it or slam it into the wall it bounces everywhere else it wants to go. dude u know what? people who preach the straight life are fucked they just don’t get it and i’m not speaking just personally for myself or condoning being a junky but man you just wait for people to fuck up you don’t realise some people need to live in a fuzzy cloud all the time that’s just the way it is so go take a walk to tim horton’s.
i am the asshole. i fucking lay around all damn day in the sun with a cigarette in my face or screaming at nothing. we’re gonna miss the theory party because we’ll be in panama. all-inclusive what? i tried the new pizza from pizza pizza the bruscetta parm chicken its good and also that bueno chocolate sexyness. christine was over looking sassified and she rubbed-down joey and jay was there and his pot was like outer space and now we’re gonna smoke shisha.
i wanna see the michael moore film. looks decent enough.
last year on father’s day i was in hospital in the height of mental messness it was pretty bad. the things i said and believed were fucked. i remember my dad sitting there reading the paper and me sitting in hospital garb feeling bad for not being able to get his present. fuck that sucked.
haven’t you heard im part of mugato’s derlict campaign.
so you can derlict my balls capitan.
that burger made her queasy.
breathe deeply.
i like this song. of course you do.
i fuckin’ sweated like a mother eff ur today. i’m writing such horrible shit lately. i got this book from my nana’s basement by roald dahl, george’s marvelous medicine. “what’s the only cure for the meanest grandmother in the world?” heh. there are funny drawings innit that’s sort of how i draw. weird squiggle lines and dumb scribble shading.
uh earth to matilda i was at a day spa. day. d a y i e.
you have twelve…hundred messages. that is a bit above average.
such horrible shit i say. shit.
look i gotta pee but i’d really like to continue talking about this conversation when i get back.
shawn and i whipped each other with this sort of blow up ball and it makes the best whipping sound but is not at all painful. i bopped mum in the head too. my papa smacked my ass im like woah easy there whino. we went to see my other grandpa’s tree in the faggy artist park and i ran after all the geese i was hoping to be pecked in the shins.
