You fondle my trigger then you blame my gun

23

Apr

2010

You fondle my trigger then you blame my gun

1. Did you know there are only 3 ingredients in those small, concentrated industrial/institutional fragrance cans that go in the automated dispensers? The first two ingredients are Acetone, and Liquified Petroleum Gas. Maybe this among the bazillion reasons why the entire world has cancer - we "freshen" our industrial and institutional buildings with compressed gasses that require ID#'s to be used in manufacture. We walk around breathing that shit super concentrated in 15-minute timed bursts, on top of all the other shit floating around in the world. SAVE ME.


PLEASE, LEAVE YOUR WALLET IN EL SEGUNDO. Cracked x Cupcakess satisfying all your rum needs

2. When a guy and girl hook up for purely physical purposes, it's not that all chicks just go "psycho" and can't handle the NSA format. It's the DUDES that always get into the I Love You bullshit. No, you don't! Both parties are gonna get laid, that is the nature of the arrangement, so there's no need to drag all that shit into it... I cannot  for the life of me understand why someone would say they love you if they don't, either by circumstance or intent... If you'd never said that it would have never gotten weird. Maybe the "I Love You" offenders are the ones with issues who are too chicken shit to admit their deep need for love and companionship, hence they continue to flush their life down the toilet with meaningless physical interactions and use "I Love You" to avoid the fact that they CHOOSE to operate in ways that perpetually lack truly satisfying experiences and healthy validation.


BREAKFAST IN LONG BEACH

3. I'm still navigating the gravitational pull of dysfunction

4. KING OF NEW YORK. Wish I could keep you happy, wish I could keep you young - you're a better man than that, time will show you... Or kill you. Stop wasting your life.


SONGBIRD - Big old jet airliner, don't carry me too far away...

5. Over time you can kill me, But I'll resurrect so... NANANANANANA You're never gonna thrill me, but you can kiss my ass so NANANANANA!!!!!!!!!

 

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