yours truley

pitcureless blog for now, tuned out to the sound of neighborhood dogs

4 new cuts, coldstone smoothie, scent of bum hug, regretting giving the bum a dollar

the shame of the new SYG album, myspace sluts, 4chan trolls, visionboard

migraine, pingpong balls, vodka vodka vodka, in need of new hat, in want of new bike

full tank of gas, no friends worth visiting, the 10 minutes it took to write this

sometimes i wonder what id be doing or where id be if i woulda stayed single. or stayed with one of the many girls i fucked up with. i lay here eating these flaming hot puffcorns thinking what the other paths would of led me too. and then i realize i just dont really care and what concerns me the most is what the fuck happend to flaming hot asteroids. my first obsession my first addiction my first love. forget about the ulcers countless hours spent on the toilet after enjoying excessive amounts of my beloved asteroids. find your way back home

enough ranting wheres my head.

i came on tonight to say something, this something i cannot remmeber now

the point is we dont always fall in place of where live should of taken us but fuck it

Lets talk graff with special guest KIERS and BRIEL

"you need a new name"

"i know im sick of this stupid M holding me back, but everything else always has one letter that fucks me over"

"well man up and face it you just might not be that good"

"practice"

"how about LOER?"

"that works.... i guess"

ill try

3 weeks later

"this is stupid i dont like it"

"replace that L"

"ill be back to MOER"

"try SLOER"

"i liek. what about i just write LOER SLOER SLOERK and whatever the fuck i please?"

"KIERS SLOERK and BRIEL yea it sounds ok"

"well dont feel to bad the names people use in big cities are mad stupid"

SLOERK