Fantasy Island

Fantasy can be fun. It is natural, even healthy, to day dream about fulfilling your most secret desires.

Sometimes I fantasize about walking into the woods behind my childhood home during a snowstorm and shooting myself in the head. What kind of fantasies do you have?

Shit Damn Motherfucker! (part four)

Stolen Mom's car for the wekkend and all got to say is

SHIT DAMN MOTHERFUCKER

(these are the time we hope to forget when we older)

Scratch my ass and I'll poop in your face and promise not call. LOL!  Do U find me funny???  It's a dark hairy clown that haunts your dreamspace and takes you away from the sorto sub-urban comfort that you love to pretend protects you.  I doubt that there's anything that you can do to make yourself happy.  I know there's nothing that I can do to make myself feel good, so I hit myself in the head with a hammer and hope to kill a few more braincells and hope that ass the braincells die my chances to find happiness inside a life with the intelligence of a fucking amoeba.  MATE SPAWN DIE is the creed of the death cascade youth and here is my own plan to take this with me.  Don't fucking forget your god damned glow sticks and your gross soda.