April 2010
3 posts
Unfortunately, my face is against the wall
…while my back is against the crowd,
and when it comes down to it, I’m really not sure when I want to turn around.
Hearsay Heresy and Headache Hores...Oops, I mean...
I heard that I was an angry writer. I’m not angry enough to provide rebuttal for [heresay], so, [here, say] something that we all actually care about.
I repeat, I’m not angry, but I’m definitely pretentious enough to give some sort of respite.
He said karma. I say hell, we’re all headed to something that’s only half of what we’re here for.
So why not call...
March 2010
1 post
CongratulationsOnYourNewBabyAsshole!
I’m tired of you you who listen with mouths and scream with ears waiting to hear about the next thing I fuck, or fuck up. I grow weary of you you who acts ten feet tall when you stand at a mere three feet and get up at a sad three inches.
Since when was it something to be proud of when she claimed you were the only only one only one she could fit in her fucking whore mouth. Fucking whore mouth....
January 2010
1 post
Sometimes Things Are Best Served Subtle
theflashtoofast:
Love is such a powerful tool. Like the force. Or super powers. It can be used for good or twisted into something evil. Beings like myself rely on this emotion to fully give ourselves to other individuals on intimate levels. This is shown in different ways. Flowers, gifts, sexual interaction, among millions of methods. I take high value in the simplicity of life and refuse to...
December 2009
3 posts
Number 5 Part 1
“I’m cursed if you didn’t know. I am number 3. He was number 1. 13. But then…he was number 4. 43. 45. So then Roxanne was out. 36. Funny things happened before me. There was. 72. And then. 15. And way before that it was 7a, 7b, 7c, 7x, 7y, 7z. Finally. 73. Waiting for the cycle to kick in, is that bad? It’s all just some stupid constellation of numbers anyways.”...
Exclusive
If you wanted one just about you… The number 20. I knew you’d be looking for it from the last post. This one is exclusive. So here it is: Please don’t be like the others. Please don’t let this cycle start over. Because even though I don’t want it to… 20. I still feel like we’re not strong enough to fight it.
Cantos: Homage to Modernist Insanity
1. This is not in order, so don’t try to approach it that way because I am a dirty Commi here to bore you with excessive socialist banter. 11. “If I took all my clothes off and pooped in my bed, would you judge me?” Transition. 2. Take your face and flush it down the toilet. Eat it with deep-fried macadamia nuts. Transition/end. 5. I’m cursed if you didn’t know. I am...
July 2009
9 posts
Haha
kevfbrownn:
My tumblarity tumbled all the way down to 2
The fuhhh, Mine’s all the way down to 7?!
Self-Infliction
theflashtoofast:
Friday Friday Friday…
Uber Yardwork in the rain. Awesome.
However, immediately after that, I think I was hit by super hay fever. Felt like shit all day.
Picked up some water for mom with the bro.
Caught Patrick doing something rather hilarious :) HAHAHAHA
Went to the westside and chilled with the Paxon crew and friends at Karen’s
Watched Kevin fall asleep like 100 times...
I’ve got birds in my ears and a devil on my...
“Well, the next time I take a shit, I’m naming it Alan.”
– Kevfbrownn
WatchI <3 ATL
Je parle du francais et japonais...
Me: Do we have to take a foreign language in college? I already took two years in high school!
Sister: Well I didn't take any foreign language classes in college.
Me: If I do, I'm thinking about taking Japanese, isn't that cool?!
Sister: Oh yeah! I only know how to say 'Arigato' and 'Konichiwa!'
Me: Yeah, I know a little more than that.
Mother: How do you say 'I'm not a virgin' in Japanese?
Sister: 'KRISTI!'
Mother: Haha! 'Konichiwa'
Sister (to mother): 'Oh are you a virgin?'
Mother: 'No I'm KRISTI!'
Me: I hate you guys.
Mother and Sister: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
FML.
Does This Look Infected To You?
As referenced from previous post.
Oh baby, give me those arsenic kisses; The kind that suffocate my throat. Love, you know what I mean, that cyanide bliss And venomous touch all over my skin.
I want it again with me choking for air And while you fill the atmosphere With fromaldehyde words and toxic whispers, I only want to take more of you in.
Oh, give it to me when no one’s looking, But...
Irony
Looking back, I would think it would be entirely equivocal to claim that me and His end was just some sad conglomeration of one word: irony.
Of course, with all candor in mind, I would like to claim that I am grateful for the relationship I had with Him in all it’s glorious goodness and shitness.
It’s as if my life is written by some cruel playwright and I have no control over what...