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[28 Aug 2007|06:17pm]
AAACCCCIIIIIDDDDD.

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[24 Apr 2007|10:22pm]
i almost started crying today at work. : ( im so stressed out. i cant wait to get my check so i can buy some ganjaaa. i have a new obsession and hes ugly. what can you do... but i miss everyone. people should hang outttt with emeeeeeeeeeeee. bye

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you go backwards [14 Apr 2007|10:39pm]
Im starting to think that Perks of Being a Wallflower started that whole myspace/emo/picture thing. Think about it. but yeah. I work at Wendlys now. and today made me realize that i have no fucking energy at all. i saw brittnaey for the first time in 15 months. i hope she gets the job at wendys. it would make working a whole lot more tolerable. yup. i would sell my soul to go to coachella but i already sold that for chapstick. i hugn out with amanda melvinson yesterday. and i got blasted off of shit middies. it was good times. havent hung out in a while. i hope what we plan on happens. so. well.....what? bye.

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a quiet afternoon [03 Apr 2007|11:15pm]
I am alone in a hot city. My favourite bar is closed for siesta, and I am aimlessly walking the dusty streets. Outside a shabby tailors', I am accosted by a man in a dark suit. He acts in a conspiratorial manner, and invites me to follow him along the street. After some time, we arrive at a small bar on the edge of the city. We take a seat each, and the man whispers to me that he is suffering from an unusual complaint, in that he is consistently late for everything. He explain that this is because somebody has stolen his today, forcing him to take up residence in tomorrow. As a consequence, every engagement he makes can never be honoured. He is always late, and wakes up in the morning with a terrible sense of guilt and failure. When he saw me outside the tailors, he recognised a kindred spirit, he tells me. I tell him that he is quite mistaken: I may be reknowned for my lateness, but I have been on time on occasion, and no-one has stolen my today. This visibly disappoints the man in the dark suit, and he makes his apologies and shuffles off, out of the bar. I am left feeling a little guilty, but I reassure myself that there is nothing to feel bad about.
That night, I am seized with the idea that someone has stolen my today. I find, the next day, that I have missed all my appointments by twenty-four hours.
At siesta, I see a man in a dark suit greeting an acquaintance with a firm handshake and a smile. I overhear the words, "Glad you could make it."

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Your all sheep [03 Apr 2007|11:15pm]
The hazards of city life take their toll, and I move to a small seaside town built of wooden houses. Unfortunately, I become involved in a dispute with my next-door neighbour. That matter escalates to the point where he feels the need to involve his hard-drinking friends. One evening, drowning my sorrows at the tavern, I learn that my neighbour plans to burn down my house. The information distresses me considerably, and I decide to take evasive action. Returning to my house, I turn on all the taps, and with a hose I drench the walls and contents of the building. I sneak out of the flooded kitchen and hide in nearby sand-dunes.
Sure enough, later that night my neighbour and a gang of angry drunks approach my house with flaming torches. In vain, they try to set fire to the soaking wooden structure, but it is simply too wet to catch light. Hidden in the dunes, I chuckle with delight at having outwitted my neighbour.
The next day, in the grocery store, I am pinned to the wall by the shopkeeper. He tells me he is good friends with my neighbour, and accuses me of underhand tricks. I tell him I don't know what he means, but he says no-one but me would deliberately drench their own house with water simply to spoil his neighbour's fun. He tells me that killjoys like me have no place in a real community.
At home I sit on the wet sofa, pondering the nature of my existence.
Later I wander the house, turning off the taps, one by one.

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[27 Mar 2007|02:37pm]
shes gotten so bad shes fake laughing at the t.v.

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i wish everything was pizza and blowjobs. [25 Mar 2007|01:41pm]
HI. I need to expand my world of drugs. Im extremely fucking bored out of my mind with life. So. Someone needs to make plans with me this Friday to do something. Coke. E. Shrooms. Im down. Lets do it. SOMEONE MAKE PLANS WITH ME. and please be serious about it because i am. dont let me down. ive been kicked in the face too many times.




I think there are two ways you can see the world. You either see the sadness that's behind everything or you choose to keep it all out.

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[20 Mar 2007|04:05pm]
i want to fucking bash my face into a wall. i have no friends anymore. and the ones i have treat me like shit. FUCK YOU.

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pleasus jesus. sweet god. [14 Mar 2007|07:03pm]
i can hear my dad in the other room talking to god. and me and my mom just listened to sunset rubdown together.

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yo i suck mad penis dog [11 Mar 2007|04:00pm]
i dyed my hair. brown. so i can get a job. i did it myself for the first time in my life....and ive dyed my hair over 20 times. it fucking sucked. the fumes got in my eyes and the smell made me want to die. for some reason doing it yourself is more intense. but i missed a big fucking chunck and im pissed. but fuck it. i need a fucking joooooob. im applying everywhere tomorrow and my anxiety bullshit can go fuck itself. anyways...Trees Lounge is a really good movie. Steve Bushemi (not spelled right) and that bitch from Gummo are in it.

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its to quiet [07 Mar 2007|07:49pm]
everything is so strange. i feel so wierd. everyone is so fucking different. everything is so different. im bored. sometimes i really want things to go back to the way they were,even just a little bit. but then i think this change might be good in a way. i just want to be content with the way things are. i dont think i ever have been though....i think i always think things were better before. i dont know anymore. i dont know what i want. i just dont want this. im not emo though jesus. if i had a 40 and a blunt this wouldnt be the case guy.

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finish him [01 Mar 2007|02:36pm]
HELLO. uhh yeah so i want to smoke and my gay fucking mom isnt going to work and i stayed home from school so im pretty fucking pissssed.i was supposed to hang out with nick jen and amanda. fuck it. i smoked with vanessa nick and andy barrett yesterday.crazy. tomorrow night should be fucking aweeeesome. manda is getting a hotel room. im pumped. jesus fucking christ im booooooooored. bye.

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jungle juice [24 Feb 2007|06:56pm]
went to amherst last night. it was fun. and weird. but fuck it. creepy little boys and throwing up in cars. im in love with my new grinder.

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rain down on me [21 Feb 2007|08:37pm]
today and yesterday were pretty random and fun. i dont wanna list everthing i did. but yup. so im going to amherst on friday i guess. im currently searching for amanda. and im listening to radiohead. have a nice night.

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i really hate you all. [19 Feb 2007|07:03pm]
my friends have been so nice to me lately. ignoring me. ditching me. its really nice to know how many people truely care.

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JESUS LOVES THE LITTLE CHILDREN [18 Feb 2007|03:20pm]
"...Know that i am always here for you and your kids. I pray that someday Alex and i could connect somehow but want her to know i am here always. The struggle is real and only with his grace are we able to cope day to day in a Christ like manner...."

Kim, the devil bitch, wrote this. Shes fucking nuts.

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[03 Feb 2007|01:28pm]
Im sick of being treated like shit when all i fucking am is nice to you.

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I let someone else say it. [02 Feb 2007|07:21pm]
I never thought too hard on dying before
I never sucked on the dying
I never licked the side of dying before
And now I'm feeling the dying
You've got your hands over your ears
You've got your mouth running on
You've got your eyes looking for something
That will never be found - like a reason
Good god I don't need a reason
I never thought too hard on dying before
I never sucked on the dying
I never licked the side of dying before
And now I'm feeling the dying
But you've got to....
Give me the shot
Give me the pill
Give me the cure
Now what you've done to my world

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I love this man. [01 Feb 2007|05:37pm]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gs0TDMq-PcA


it a dead boys video. he takes off his fucking jacket and has bologna pinned to his shirt.

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my hair is green. hi. [31 Jan 2007|08:09pm]
gabe jones gave me vodka today. it was very nice of him.

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