Sunday, December 4, 2011

THE THIRD YEAR OF NINES



NO CITY SLEEPS. PEOPLE ARE ALWAYS FEELING THAT WAY WHEN THEY NEED MONEY. THEY LOVE EACH OTHER EYES FIRST. WHEN YOU PASS SOMEONE SPEAKING WITH A BLUETOOTH RECEIVER IN THEIR RIGHT EAR YOU CANT TELL IF YOUR CATCHING A PSYCHOSIS MOMENT OR NOT. I WONDER IF THATS DIFFERENT IN GREAT BRITAIN OR AUSTRALIA. IF THE WORLD COLLAPSES LIKE EVERYONE WANTS AND I SURVIVE SOMEHOW IM GOING TO THE TOP OF A SKYSCRAPER. IM GOING TO GET A SHOPPING CART AND FILL IT WITH ALCOHOL AND TAKE IT TO THE TOP FLOOR AND GO TO THE WINDOW WITH THE CART. I DONT CARE HOW LONG IT TAKES ME TO CLIMB THE STAIRS. AND WHEN I GET THERE IM GOING TO DRINK THE ALCOHOL UNTIL I DIE LIKE MY GRANDFATHER. AND FEEL THE GLOW OF THE WORLD CORKSCREW FROM MY POISON.

























PEOPLE WILL ALWAYS ASK YOU FOR MONEY AND CIGARETTES
WHICH IS THE SAME THING FOR MOST DESPERATE INDIVIDUALS

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