Posts tagged ‘15mm heliar’
i met this girl on monday, took her for a drink on tuesday . . .
i kept walking and walking and then before i knew it, i was in fucking china.
slipping through.
get me the fuck out of here.
i keep my wings at home with my magic super special wand.
the fucking thing bit me the last time i tried to ride it.
oh my fuck ing god. that jenny is one god damn whore putting her tongue all over greg like that. my mom was always right about her. she never had any class. that whole family had no class, thinking they’re better than us because the siblings went to summer day camp at camp laurel. but i know that the only way that family came into any money was from that old shriveled up guy her mom was giving it to every weekend on the second floor of abc home on broadway. i should go pour some of this coffee on her face. i’m not some kind of mean bitch, but she started telling everyone, i mean everyone, that i picked up the clap from that puerto rican kid that started at stuy last month.
before the rza, there was me.
He was a hardworking middle manager.
She was airbrushed to look like an italian supermodel.
He knew he would have one chance to impress her.
e v e r y d a y aperture 