Monday, October 18, 2004

i dream i rock. sometimes it comes true.

okay. so my ordinary dreams are like this:
i maniacally chop up village rapists at each joint in their body, wrap up each part in old clothes and throw them down the trash chute. everyone i know lives in an old abandoned 12 story factory, and my brother saves me from being convicted. we hide.
i am responsible for the recovery of possibly the world's last source of genuine artifacts of the female homemaker's race. they are being exploited and sold on the black market for their sensationalism instead of being properly exhibited in the whitney museum. once news breaks out that i am the said renegade ninjette, the sophisticates of the art world hate me for wishing to deface their exhibitions with questions of lisa turtle caliber: "what is art? is ART art? are WE art?" in the end, i am supported by several old hag oddballs and my aunt and mother. rock.
i reunite with two stupid bitches from high school. she says, did you get plastic surgery? you look great. i say, no, i DID hear rumors that YOU guys got some work done, but i don't believe it, you're still two fugly ass bitches. this is my favorite. simple and quipptic.

ps. mockshrine: i will shart in my LV dress and hotass shoes if you ask me real nice.
pps. doro: i'll show YOU sapphic.


Blogger Doro said...

OMG!!!!!!!! can you not want to be THIS: !!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. you kill me.

October 18, 2004 at 5:23 PM  
Blogger marv said...

why are you always harrassing me to leave you comments? i'll comment when i feel like it.

damn, you did it again. you skinny bitches are all so tricky.

October 19, 2004 at 6:22 PM  

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