Fuck ya’s all, I’m moving to the country. I’m going to build an anger battery in my backyard. I’m going to build a telescope and point it straight into the sun.
I have to work tonight, and so badly do I not want to go that the feeling registers as an ache in my stomach.
That’s all I’ve been saying for the past three days. Fuck it, I’m moving to the country.
I tried to post a story. Blogger sucks.
Hey, it worked for Ted Kaczynski – why not you? I look forward to many happy, vaguely disturbing hours interpreting the diatribes. And do try not to grow a beard that’s bigger than you; that’d be icky.
you’re gonna eat a lot of peaches.
let’s hope so…
when i said “fuck ya’s all,” i did mean it in the nicest possible way.