Friday, March 13, 2009

blood in my throat, smoke in the air

I am back in normal.

that'd be a pretty cool sentence if one had never heard of the town.

There is a dead thing named Vince in my room and it's making me feel like a quitter.  Oh well, he lead a pretty long life.  Maybe I'll put him on someone's windshield and they won't get a kick out of it.

fuck, there is no substitute for a good recording.

1 comment:

  1. Awwwww, I feel awful. We killed him, at least he had a clean grave ... :(

    Why am I so sad about your dead beta????