Pay Them in Dollars, Fuck Their Daughters And Turn It Into Wonderland 57218 Curiosities served |
2002-02-22 12:46 PM Oh Elise, it doesn't matter what you say... Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: out to lunch If you want to ask about your link, go ahead.
If you have to ask about someone else's, you need to get to know them better yourself. --- Now, for something mindless, followed by more talk.
--- I must say, you know you've accomplished something when particular entries in your own journal make you uncomfortable. It's definitely something I wouldn't have expected, after all, and I'm Mr. Not-Fuckin'-Surprised-By-Anything Guy. Of course, it'd be even cooler to get to the point where I could look at it and laugh it how silly it is to be uncomfortable, but I'm not nearly mature enough for that, yet. "Well, I'm still here. But I don't know for how long. That's as much certainty as anyone can give me... I have some good news: I no longer have any fear of death. [audience claps] But I am in a pretty lonely place. No one will have sex with me. I'm so close to the end and all I want is to get laid for the last time... I have pornographic movies in my apartment, lubricants, and amyl nitrate..." -Rachel Singer, "Fight Club" Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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