Mr. Ladies Man where are you?
Joe?
My friendly counter counterculturalist?
Where is that big fucking stick
elagantly coverd in my blood
Yeah that's the one.
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splat, squish, drip
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We might have to call the cops this time
I think we broke it.
Who's blood is this anyway?
Hey.
ReplyDeleteYou're getting an e-mail from me soon that will divulge further into the following events that have taken place since August:
Went to San Francisco for a week and did a lot of drugs, almost went to jail on account of a lot of drugs.
Quit my job after they screwed me out of a large sum of money and am now landscaping again.
Asked a (ex) co-worker out on a date and we've been inseparable since.
Spent so much money the past few months I'm broke at the moment.
Started drinking more, the rum be a tasty beverage. Still not smoking as much marihuana as I used to.
And I'll also tell you what's happened to my phone and made it hard to keep in touch with others.
Loves and hearts and candy farts,
Joe W.