drivebylullaby

It's worth noting:

That you're such a bitch when you're in heat.

I think your craaaaaaaaaazy!

"You scum bag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Marry Christmas, my ass
I pray god it's our last"

I just heard the Pogues Fairytale of New York on the radio, uncensored.

Hahaha.

I am so in the spirit right now.

And jealous.

True love always involves some crazy bitch with a broken bottle being shoved in my face.

Looking at the results of my poll:

You people are whores.

That is all.

Even god has to make a living.

Working on developing a second television series.

Combines irreverent humor with politics.

Oh, how I can't let sleeping dogs lie.

In Robert Evans I trust.

Kiss kiss.

Fresh coffee

Food collected and caught on my own land

Fire from my own trees

And I could give fuck'all about carbon footprints

Just me
and the rest
of my days

Where you'll never find me.

Can someone please shut her the hell up?

We got into a conversation about how you can't smoke in movie theaters. One of those conversations where the topic of every day conversations has become a pointless substitute for whatever is -really- on our mind.

And I talked about how he was using her

And she wanted him

And how I wanted her

So what do I do?

I convince him she's the best thing that'll ever happen to him

And that she has him.

And me? Well I do a good thing... not that it changes anything, but at least the universe is all balanced out and fear.

Brian asked me if I really believed what I just said.

No. It's not fair... but it should be.

Christmas Carol

Carol

This together forever stuff

I'm getting proud of it

I did this?

Really?

...

Chew the shit

Kick your feet up on a solid oak desk. The one that belonged to the son of someone mildly famous but rich and powerful.

French antique... now a resting place for my feet and shit-covered boots I'm wearing. There's a cigar calling my name, but I'm making sure I don't smoke anymore.

I speak in vulgarities. Telling kids to whip their ass up. Calls light up the lines. Who's next? Time to chew the shit.

And then when the secretary comes in, this desk becomes the proverbial "nearest flat surface", the kind that won't stain, and the stationary that scribbles up "love can wait"

Love can't wait.

Evans told me:

Any man who thinks he can read the mind of a woman is a man who knows nothing.

Nice one, Evans.

Now get me a beer.

Jersey Accents

I've made millions off this leather jacket. The pockets are ripped up, the lining is shot, and there's a couple of patches near the shoulder for when I fell out of a moving car.

I had to have my rotator cup replaced with a prosthetic, and I have a scar that looks like I took a shotgun blast to the collar bone, but the jacket somehow survived.

But the moment I felt a vibration, and heard the .mp3 version of "mail, mother fucker", I reached in so fast I split the whole thing up the side.

A picture of you, in sunglasses, smiling... with ruby red lipstick that you always joked that while it's not what god made, it's sure as hell what he intended.

Just a text message that read "I love you, too"

Now the jacket's dead

And I couldn't care less.

Buzz me up

End the first fight with a broken nose, two cracked ribs, and a shattered wrist

Second fight begins

I don't know how I won.

Rough, blind, and in a new neighborhood.

Prop comedy

Blood stains

Empty bottles

And that's you, tit breath

That's you.

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