Tuesday, May 7, 2013

the end

how to delete this mother fucking blog you fuckers

Monday, May 6, 2013

songs about girls

For the first time, I felt like my hands were paws. I felt like a douche-bag. Is there a way to stop being that. I don't mean to be. Usually I'm just trying to be funny, and honest. Douche-baggery is easy: be in peoples faces; don't care about them please.
Why do I hate when people think Lady Gaga is a rip off of Madonna? In my honest opinion, Born This Way doesn't sound like Express Yourself. I don't think Alejandro is Vogue. Actually, I really don't mind if you like Madonna or Lady Gaga, they are great. And I don't mind if you dislike either of them, because who the ef am I to tell you? That's right, a douche-bag... And finally, go ahead and think one is better than the other - I'm not either of them so I am not so dearly affected by your choice. Now, if you are about to compare the two stars... Nikolaia Ostonovka... Then sure i guess technically Lady Gaga is a bitch for ripping off Madonna - but i still think its beautiful. Inspiration is kinda beautiful, isn't it? Isnt a new interpretation as cute as a red ladybug? And in the end, all i hope is that there is no anger in your heart for no reason. 
BY THE WAY
Girls gone Wild is the closest madonna song to Lady Gaga. Amen.
which are both rips offs of 'girls wanna have fun' by cindy lauper. which is a rip off of lana del reys' 'this is what makes us girls.'

christina aguilera is not a douche bagess. i hope i wasnt one

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Madonna says

time to masturbate
fuk diz shit

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Sketch uno

This book is so wonderful,
i feel like im reading it from a hammock inside gods vagina,

why even a cigarette, isnt it just daisies?

Friday, May 3, 2013

the more you know, the smaller your brain gets

Thursday, September 19
International Talk Like a Pirate Day 2013

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

a quickie

thought about song singing,
waiting on a call ringing,
ecstasy and bi-winning,
until my boat goes swimming.

unforch, but still chill, cuz
patience said the kill... was
mandatory for the story
to attain a certain future glory.

roof-top party, candle-lit,
vertigo, banana split,
wisdom pyramids and shit,
precious image: nipple-tit.

here it is, a yacht later,
cocaine plus a sexy bather,
buenos aires novel major,
all for th'decadent creator.