the gasoline choir

jekyll in you / brings out the wired in me / i have no defense / i’m all that you see / the night is a bomb blast / the night is on fire / sing with me in the gasoline choir

brr.

it’s not pink. yet.

fuck political correctness

but fareal … this thang ain’t nothin’ but gnatbootie … tight, y’all

twenty ought four

A computer terminal is not some clunky old television with a typewriter in front of it. It is an interface where the mind and body can connect with the universe and move bits of it about.

i picked a bad day to quit amphetamines

my mind is a terrible thing

in case this thing pings anything i would like to apologize profusely in advance for being too lazy to turn off the autopingerator. thank you.

hey a girl can dream can’t she?

four hundred miles on my knees must mean something

note: you will either want to turn yoru speakers up, or down. me? i turn them up.

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