Thursday, December 22, 2011

last days of humanity

If life was a 50s noir then this is when I'd be drunk all the time and smoking a ton of cigarettes before karma finally caught up with me and I got run over by a bus. Preferably unknown, unwitnessed and with no claimant for my body. The last act in a 90 minute cycle of fucking up.

Hello dear diary. Its been a while. Did you miss me? Like Herzog misses Kinski maybe.


I've been up and down. More down than up. Now have one less thing going for me which brings me to a grand total of 1. Well done.



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