Yes, muthafuckahs, it is I. Yes, I who is the phony philosopher!! I have no truth to offer you. But I'd rather be me than be you, the psudeo-individual. And you ask me "why" as if looking for some great answer... but you fool, there is, never was, and never will be an answer, a beginning, or an end... chaos tells me so and I trust him more than the false quirks of your type. My epiphany has informed me that things such as epiphanies do not exist. I will be needing another epiphany before I can deecide whether or not to believe the first. Lifelessness is the sin. The sound of glasses being thrown and broken is AWESOME.
katie katie katie. i love katie. me and becky are discussing how we want to sex you. we want to have a threesome up here in canada.come on up here lovemuffin! get on msn!
Meg, Becky... I love you. I love how you turn my ramblings into orgies. Always remember... it is NOT your fault you were born sexy.
no silly, my walls of my room...sorry if my grammer is not up to par Missy McSmarterson...jerk, why don't i just go cry in my pink rooms corner .Goose the3 Moose [his name us Guss and he is a nouse, but he has very bad english skills]
...there is a particular essence in fucking dead cats & eating shards of glass....save the world, listen to emo. I feel so dirty right now.
