shawn is over (brother raymi) and me and him and jullo are gonna break thru my dad’s window and suntan on the roof there. shawn is all manic and on 4 cups of coffee playing hitman and saying lets go for a drive and i am still half asleep in my old lady supermarket dress with fucked hair and eyes and still getting body buzzes from the ganj. gsusking is adhd to all hell it’s funny. i need triple a batteries for my pussy razor. i need variety store sunglasses. i look like a skid shawn says, when you’re gonna paint the trailer? fuck you.
speaking of trailer, the marlers lemme knick a trillion glow stick bracelets and these pics of dude they bought their silver twinkie of a trailer from who has black eyes and beat up face with no shirt on and a fat naked pig wife. and his report card too. they also found shotguns in there. awesome. ok we have to go now. have fun today.
man these girls her eare all like the debbies from the oblongs. cute shoes cute shoes. all blonds i swear they are the only people left in this world who believe blond hair is the key to a happy life. fucking yuppies-in-training. barfotron. blakk.
there’s this walking streak of sex i know, “i just had my ass like on your shoulder and like smacekd it and you did not react at all you have to put these on i dont want you to get eye cancer i dont feel so good i chugged a few martinis” “we should go on messenger and talk to each other” “no i do that with my brother”
anyway he walks around in wife beaters like hes kingshit and looks at every girl, thing in the room and he coughs like crazzy in the mornings and holds everything all dainty and says way to be you know what i mean and other stuff too. when i am confronted i become a big asshole don’t type what i just said.
so lemme go back to that chemo weed crap. serious. i can’t believe this shit exists.
that’s the nite i had my make-up all sexy the nite before my bday from alex who got concussed and whipped and spanked and put her lipstick on her friggin’ eyes in the bathroom and swades was all woooooooooooooooh with the belt holy hell.
black people eat ice cream? i thought they ate mud!
um am i the only person in the room who’ legs are turning inside out and everything inside you is all jibber-jabber. gone green? what what? i guess that’s junky styles right? i read burroughs’ junky and shit man that made me wanna try heroin so baaad. but i’m not gonna go there. ever. me and floorboards wuz talkin’ about that the other day and he’s like yah some of that is gonna be comin’ thru and i’m like hmmm i’m comin’ over then and he’s like yah i’m doin’ that! then i thought nah i couldn’t do it. there’s things you think about and you really consider them for awhile and reason walks through the dorr and is like yo mother effer don’t be stupid.
