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February 23, 2011
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Tumblr Cain’t Tie Me Down
Cain’t tie me down, cain’t force tie die upon me, either. But I haven’t been here for a while, so I thought I’d spew out some mouth defecation real quick to let my homies know I’m still alive and thinking. Not thinking in the broad sense of still really operating on a human level; rather, I’m more in a base mode of primal functioning. Oh well, we can’t all be geniuses.
So, what does everyone think I should do today. As if I care.
Think I’ll get a good six hours of sleep and pick up my spark plug wires. Mission. Maybe I’ll buy some new shades and grease up the skillet just to turn myself on. Never to cook.
Mom saw my new place. She says the state of advanced interior dilapidation means I’m out of my mind. What did parents ever know, anyway?
