Friday, February 13, 2009

My Tireless Schedule

I had solid moments of my mind feelin' and actin' real fresh, the freshest I can remember since prayin' at the three dead soldier brothers' grave. I don't think they are watchin' me like I was hopin' or else they would protect me from growin' up so fast.

I bathed real good so I can be real good. I know that good sex is like a real good movie and I must be very precise and magnificent today. Evil is evil, but it only really counts when it can go on a long time. Evil is as hungry as me and my appetite to please has taken over every wakin' moment almost.

I could open and run a God damned charm school with my tireless schedule at this point.

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