johnny*johnny*american*laid
fuck'em if they can't take a joke.

late night, early morning.


Monday, May. 26, 2003
i'm spitting into the well, wishing with a dry mouth.

but i've got this voice on the other end of the phone, and he keeps telling me, "honey, you're gonna be allright."

:: 3:18 am ::

now playing ... the magical remote controlled air conditioner

heads :: tales