harro prease?

Flesh is good, meat is good, smells good
And plumps when you cook it
Meat makes you glad you're at the top
Of the food chain
So you can enjoy it

Brothers and sisters
Eat them fuckin all, wild horses or Irish babies
Manbeef, leather, fur, taxidermy
There are dogs on the dancefloor
Shooting practice plus nightclubbing
Such an exciting family activity

The dinner is ready
Eat me, eat me, meat, meat, meat
If you're 666, I'm goddamn free
Come on fakers, dinner is fuckin ready

The dinner is ready
Eat me, eat me, meat, meat, meat
If you're 666, I'm goddamn free
Charlton Heston, Soylent Green

If you're 666, I'm goddamn free
If you're 666, I shot the baby

edit: banhammer.

there's not much to say.

i spent 2009 fairly drunk.

i also don't really liek getting drunk anymore, aparently.

i also spent new years sans my pretty, who was grinding randos in la belle provence.

hahaha, all in good fun, i got to see her today :3

yes. that's a coffee mug. yes, that's tequila in it. no, i was actually lucid enoguh to realize i was making a stupid face.

HAPPY 2009 FUCKERS.

woo. fun drunken times at the first of 3 planned kelly's going away parties

i get bored easily. what can i say.

daymit.

mightypotatoe gave me three days for this badassery

also, due to slow youtube, i'll have to post this tommorow, but, BARREL JUMPING VID. of me. twas phun. coming soon?

edit:

:3

it's my moddafuckin birthday.

SO FUCK YA SHOTTA BOIZ AND LOLI GIRLS. I AER LEGAL NAO.

/edn

it's over. rather than a break up, she told me it was more like "there was never anythnig there". i mean, she asks me what's wrong when i tell her she's breaking my heart then goes on to tell me that she doesn't feel the relationship really going anywhere. she led me on. plain and simple. amdist telling me that she wants to take it slow because she was in a very prolonged relationship (three years with her ex) she tells me that it's going too slow.

you broke my heart you fucking bitch.

inb4 /wrists and become an hero. i really don't need your shit right now guys.

edit: name removed

Spanish songs in Andalucia,
the shooting sites in the days of '39.
Oh, please leave, the Ventana open.
Federico Lorca is dead and gone:
bullet holes in the cemetery walls,
the black cars of the Guardia Civil.
Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica -
I'm flying on in a DC-10 tonight.

Spanish bombs; yo te quiero infinito.
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazón.
Spanish bombs; yo te quiero infinito.
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazón.

Spanish weeks in my disco casino;
the freedom fighters died upon the hill.
They sang the red flag,
they wore the black one -
but after they died, it was Mockingbird Hill.
Back home, the buses went up in flashes,
the Irish tomb was drenched in blood.
Spanish bombs shatter the hotels.
My señorita's rose was nipped in the bud.

Spanish bombs; yo te quiero infinito.
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazón.
Spanish bombs; yo te quiero infinito.
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazón.

The hillsides ring with "free the people" -
or can I hear the echo from the days of '39
with trenches full of poets,
the ragged army, fixing bayonets to fight the other line?
Spanish bombs rock the province;
I'm hearing music from another time.
Spanish bombs on the Costa Brava;
I'm flying in on a DC-10 tonight.

Spanish bombs; yo te quiero infinito.
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazón.
Spanish bombs; yo te quiero infinito.
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazón,
oh mi corazón,
oh mi corazón.

Spanish songs in Andalucia:
mandolina, oh mi corazón.
Spanish songs in Granada, oh mi corazón,
oh mi corazón,
oh mi corazón,
oh mi corazón.

Spanish Bombs - The Clash

and yeah, things were fixted between me and the lovely girl, in case you wanted to know :]]]

well... i thought i had something with this girl, especially considering the circumstances of how we got together, and then she tells me that she isn't ready for the whole dating thing again so soon. well gee fucking whiz, i guess that makes other people's feelings negligible and unimportant.

argh.

inb4 gocrysomewhereelse, because its a blog, so i can whine and moan as much as i want.