Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Tripping over the universal mind fucking

I feel like that dude from the Godfather sometimes, you know the old dude with the square jaw who talks like he has cotton in his mouth; he had that line - ..."every time I try to get out, they pull me back in..."



It's like the fucking ghost of Christmas past just walked into the room and fucking sucker punched me. What was that, why was that? Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUUUUCCCKKK! Am I missing something here, is this screwed up universe trying to tell me something, is this fuck with Earl day and I just didn't get the memo. I speak English and a bit of Creole, I am not competent in sign language. Flipping the bird is about the only sign language I understand. This must be some kind (or not so kind) of joke. If you're up there or around here watching, I'm not laughing.

DAMN IT.

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