i played guitar and ate cornbread today
myra is ugly while galnor codes and avaine sits sexily. fogel offers sweet whispers to me while rhollor and koradin are idle. heritage is terrible and chase chases chasers when nicotine eats strawberries that fell from the lips of talmaes' basket.
i love to hate everyone unequally.
woot
there something about eating cornbread and playing guitar that makes a man wanna do a little jig and get down tonight. while going to the fleemarket is like having yourself thrown freely off the side of a building while drinking a nice cold bud light. speaking of the bud, my bug is a volts and it shocks the earth like a streak of mad lightning. when it comes to the thunder there are no clouds, only sunlight on the horizon. i love it when my dog takes a big one right on the bed and the i roll over and stick my face in it because it lightens the moment and makes those sheets a brown that is like unkown to the human species. hormones make a woman go crazy and then the hypothalamus tells you that you are thirsty and want another one of those coors lights and its so cold you can see the mountains which seem to be high like a bird which then splatters your windshield with crap