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

whisky sounds better.


Thursday, Sept. 11, 2003
and it's not your face. your face isn't in that qualm of a space, here or that. that's some reaching, twisting mass screaming into too close.

oh god, tell me that's not your face... because i want little to do with that.

:: 10:05 pm ::

now playing ... every time i die (last night in town)

heads :: tales