IM REDISCOVERING MY LIFE AS A GAY PARADE because of the love, the poetry i can spot in images again, the words that wouldnt come too hard or too jarring, because of sweet inebriation, because of rainy glasses and i dont miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind anymoreeeeeee. JOIN ME IN BEING GAY BUT BYOB.
MY BLOGMATE HAS A DOG WOOF.
Showing posts with label LETS DO THIS. Show all posts
Showing posts with label LETS DO THIS. Show all posts
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You make me smiiile like the sun
Faaall out of bed sing like a bird
Diizzy in my head spin like a record
Crazy on a Sunday night
You make me daance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Ohh you make me smi-ile
Faaall out of bed sing like a bird
Diizzy in my head spin like a record
Crazy on a Sunday night
You make me daance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Ohh you make me smi-ile
(allhailunclecracker :))
FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER, IM SETTING MYSELF A GOAL.
ok?
by the end of this year, i gotta make myself watch a hundred movies. the good the bad and the silly.
no big deal for a normal individual but its always a problem for me, so never mind lets not get into that.
so first job is to jot down the ones i have watched already from the beginning of this year, there's been quite a few.not doing it here, not now. too sleepy.butishallishall.
ok?
by the end of this year, i gotta make myself watch a hundred movies. the good the bad and the silly.
no big deal for a normal individual but its always a problem for me, so never mind lets not get into that.
so first job is to jot down the ones i have watched already from the beginning of this year, there's been quite a few.not doing it here, not now. too sleepy.butishallishall.
IM ALWAYS IN LOVE WITH THESE CRAZY FUCKING POETS OR PHOTOGRAPHERS OR ARTISTS FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD WHO DONT KNOW I EXIST AND WILL NEVER TAKE A BATH WITH ME OR BUY ME UNDERWEAR OR SAY HELLO I KNOW YOUR NAME OR FACE OR SMILE OR SCARRED ARM FROM SOMEWHERE! LETS MAKE SOME WAVES TOGETHER.
ARNT WE ALL HUH HUH
THIS IS SAD AND FUNNY. SO SAD AND SO FUNNY. I LOVE THIS WORLD. LETS GO DINE TOGETHER ATLEAST.
TODAY WE SPOKE OF LOVE AFTER CONSIDERING WAKING UP AT MIDNIGHT AND KILLING MYSELF
the.proud.emunk: uhHUH
you love me?
me: YES
the.proud.emunk: koto ta?
and not just formality sake
shotti kore
me: SOME TWENTY POUNDS.
the.proud.emunk: sigh
me: HOW MUCH IS THAT BTW
the.proud.emunk: iunno
me: SO DONT SIGH LIKE THAT
ITS A RANDOM FIGURE.
the.proud.emunk: thik ache
the.proud.emunk: im in love
absolute LOVE
the type where u would do anything for the person
6:50 PM DID YOU NOT HEAR
me: who with
the.proud.emunk: youknowya
me: no im confused.
the.proud.emunk: sugataaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
or rather
me: yes i knew it
:D
the.proud.emunk: shugoto
yep
6:51 PM masochist, ya?
me: whtvrz
toocoolz
i wanna feel like that
the.proud.emunk: its the shitt!
me: iknow
the.proud.emunk: its like...woah
me: its like youre releasing your poop
after a century of
constipation
the.proud.emunk: no its like
the.proud.emunk: someone's slowly releasing the poop FOR you so that you're comfy
6:52 PM me: YES!
AND YOU WANNA SMOTHER THEM IN SOMETHING OTHER THAN POOP AND SAY THANKYOU, I LOVE YOU, MARRY ME WHEN WE'RE DONE WITH THIS
actually no what you really wanna say is i love you, lets make babies. nobody wants to say marry me. what we really wanna say is lets have a lot of sex and make babies.we can name them weather and cock. and if there more than two we can split up weather and cock and distribute the fragmented names among them like grains among dying african children. but our babies will not be starving dying african children with ribs sticking out of their skins like something hardly poetic, more of pathetic. our babies will be spoilt assholes with flowers sticking out of them.but lets make love and one baby at a time and while we're at it, just stfu and kiss me, OK?
this is the real deal. lets make babies.
you love me?
me: YES
the.proud.emunk: koto ta?
and not just formality sake
shotti kore
me: SOME TWENTY POUNDS.
the.proud.emunk: sigh
me: HOW MUCH IS THAT BTW
the.proud.emunk: iunno
me: SO DONT SIGH LIKE THAT
ITS A RANDOM FIGURE.
the.proud.emunk: thik ache
the.proud.emunk: im in love
absolute LOVE
the type where u would do anything for the person
6:50 PM DID YOU NOT HEAR
me: who with
the.proud.emunk: youknowya
me: no im confused.
the.proud.emunk: sugataaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
or rather
me: yes i knew it
:D
the.proud.emunk: shugoto
yep
6:51 PM masochist, ya?
me: whtvrz
toocoolz
i wanna feel like that
the.proud.emunk: its the shitt!
me: iknow
the.proud.emunk: its like...woah
me: its like youre releasing your poop
after a century of
constipation
the.proud.emunk: no its like
the.proud.emunk: someone's slowly releasing the poop FOR you so that you're comfy
6:52 PM me: YES!
AND YOU WANNA SMOTHER THEM IN SOMETHING OTHER THAN POOP AND SAY THANKYOU, I LOVE YOU, MARRY ME WHEN WE'RE DONE WITH THIS
actually no what you really wanna say is i love you, lets make babies. nobody wants to say marry me. what we really wanna say is lets have a lot of sex and make babies.we can name them weather and cock. and if there more than two we can split up weather and cock and distribute the fragmented names among them like grains among dying african children. but our babies will not be starving dying african children with ribs sticking out of their skins like something hardly poetic, more of pathetic. our babies will be spoilt assholes with flowers sticking out of them.but lets make love and one baby at a time and while we're at it, just stfu and kiss me, OK?
this is the real deal. lets make babies.
