i love radio humpifier. hi.
ok i’ll go.
but i am not skullfucking bush and i am not giving the thumbs up to kerry, either.
i. am. canadian.
hi brodie, silly faggot, i wish I had a dick.

a poem from grade ten, by raymi
The Burn
don’t let that fire dwindle.
don’t let that fire die.
when they come ’round tomorrow,
from hither or the ‘nigh.
you will say you’re sorry,
darling,
you will weep.
and tender, you will not feel,
in your stolen sleep.
darling,
why are you crying?
when you know it’s time you’ve learn
that darling,
you’re not on fire,
until you feel the burn

people who come here and say oh god you’re writing is all sketchy woooooah, dude.
you know what i say to that? exactly.
funny how you can tune into someone’s writing and deem it sketchworthy.
how are you able to do that?
because you, my friend, are. a. sketchbag.
like takes one to know one.
there’s kero-wacked in all of us.
jack.
and liver-damage, perhaps.
Raymi,
Check out my latest ditty on you and your literary soul mate, Mark Leyner. Perhaps you’ll be inspired to read, Et Tu, Babe…
Tim

ok so now i have to write up a l’il informal bidniss plan for my vision, my visual tete a tete for all things pertaining to gaymi.
i need a beericle.
miracle + beer = beericle
and I invented it but tim assisted it and went BWAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA as i said it.
and if one more pissant kid pisses on my driveway and/or pours their beer out on it, i’m gonna put some fancy camera shiznat on ya’lls. or sit in the bushes. fock with my family and i’ll fock with yours, focker.
heh.
bush.

pretty aimeetheminx
thoughts of the day, by raymi:
washed down her birth control with her beer
beericle
comedy trap
robotsex mechanical thrusting
fakefives.com
you’re a fellow sheister
as ******* searches for hidden grolsch, raymi sez this ain’t hidden easter eggs
she attacked me with her fat kissyness
bandaid irony traps
“the raymi” like an insult ***** says to make a joke or when he’s mad at me
i am the ali g of the internet
i’m jokes guy, we give ‘em the beer, they give us the queer
proactive synergy
nipple pasties
it’s about control
who has it and who has it not