a Clockwork Rabbit

Hello, Allyson!

Do you wanna know the theme of this day?

it’s RUN YOU CHUBBY FOOL, RUN!!!!

I swear, I haven’t run this much in a whore’s age.
I have no idea how long a whore’s age is, really. Just go with me on this.

The city gets you dirty.

I’ve been thinking of the reasoning and challenge behind blogging. How many voices are screaming into the void… I find that I think my babbles are inconsequntial and my typos are humiliating.
I REFUTE YOU, SPELLCHECK! I REFUTE YOU!!

However, my topics are important to me.
and therefore they are important to you.
whoever you might be.

is it you, mister mailman?
you, person who found my grafitti and typed in the link?
you? the chick who found my buisness card hidden in her wallet?

Come, and know me better.

drink a toast to the girl in aisle 10

who are you? I find myself wondering this all the time. You’re a great mistery to me. Are you fair or dark, cunning or oblivious? Are you jovial or so stoic in your everyday life.
you make me laugh… do you cause yourself to laugh as well?
who are you, with your eloquent phrasing and dubious knowledge? Are you kind? are you cruel? are you who I think you are? who I think you could be?

I see faces that I pretend are yours.
it’s just pretend.

miss me
miss me
now you gotta kiss me!

I have been slowly getting back in contact with all friends, relations and passers-through.

it feels weird. I haven’t really spoken with anyone close to me in about 2 months. I’ve been bunkered down and shutting everyone out, right?
not healthy says I.
not healthy at all.

and yet all is not lost!!

really, it’s not all lost… some of it is right over here.

m’nah m’nah

yay!!
i got a spare moment to drop ya’ll a few lines.

Is it illegal to want to “off” your boyfriend’s ex girlfriends?
I really need to know this before I do anything rash.
Also; I’ve had all my shots, thank you.

doing commissions if’n you’re interested.

all my love and all my cheesedogs.

imogene

I like that name, even though I havent’ the foggiest idea on how to pronounce it.

July 4th was a soaked-ass wash, man. I like to drowned in the downpour and a firework hit the GP building in a flash of soggy green/gold sparks.

That was the highlight of my evening, folks.

I was tempted to steal a neighbor’s cat due to the fact that it had on like 3 flea collars and was scrawny/dingy as hell but it didn’t turn out like that. Instead I ended up having dreams about freaking polydactal cats.

I love coming torealisations in the middle of the night.
Chasm-m’love is correct I do need self esteem classes, because I’m a fucking GODDESS I sometimes forget this.
Also I am taller than a hamster. Very much taller, thank you very much.

there’s this place near my job called the bread garden, and holy crap thems some good breads!

Still without those angry angry interwebs filling up my household, but I just got the cable.
Oh yeah!
FILL MY HEAD WITH GLOSSY IMAGES OF NOTHING AND BOTHER!
LOVE IT!
LOOOOOVEIT!

also,you should run a mcdonalds.