pope saint victor.

i always need an audience.

it seems so pointless to freak out without one.

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levitating.

such extreme post hangover, monday sluggishness.

feels like my body and my mind had a divorce, and a bloody fight.

its like silent treatment in my vains.

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i would name her rock-n-roll

I'm sure you've heard...heard all about the science of exploitation. First, they said they wanted more coal per man hour. Then more steel per man hour, then more textiles per man hour, after that it was more automobiles per man hour. Now they say they want more chips per man hour - but take a look around you, and its obvious that its always really been about one thing. More pussy per man hour.

oh thats rude. 

seems to be true.

See and download the full gallery on posterous

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time's not your friend

I know there is a hollow
I need to fill it with a draft 
Of all the words i have to say
And with a quiet whisper
I send a curse upon the day
That never used the sun to see...

The light

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