Friday, October 29, 2010

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By Stilts Bangar.

I haven't written on here in a dog's spell.
There's nothing I can do that now. I haven't felt compelled to come to the table with my wet cards and sandwich crusts.
I feel like the food's covered in curious worms and the cards are dried in wear curvatures, so here it goes.

This is the third day of not smoking any cigarettes and not even a fucking one and this is the truth, probably forever.
My Phillipino girlfriend drew me an elephant in my favourite colours. It's a special one, and it's supposed to bring me good luck. I plan on having it tattooed on my somewhere. Here's a hint: it's my fucking face, asshole.

Awhile back I got really drunk and did a bunch of speed and got a girl's number. I learned that when I'm on autopilot I'm capable of incredible things. My sobriety fucks everything up.
At the same time, I wrote her number down wrong, lest I would have been penis deep in her maybe an hour later. Instead I pissed in plain view. We got kicked out of
I was single then. Everything was urgent. I spent all my money trying to prove something. A friend of mine spent $1000 in a week.
He spent a thousand dollars on submarine sandwiches.
We were banned from 2 seperate venues for starting fights. One of them was because of a friend's red pants. The other was because we were talking in British accents and it made someone furious.
I'm trying to get a job at an ice cream shop. I'm wearing a tie and drinking whiskey. There's nothing I want more right now than a cigarette. I would kill you for one, definately.
An old Chinese man was flying a kite by himself at the bottom of a hill. He gave me a sideways look.

Tom with the Hair was drinking rum one night. He thought it was a good idea to chase it with milk. I pointed at him and told him it was an omen. Then we played Nazi Zombies.
Later that night someone gave me the nickname "sex hair," and someone on the street called us faggots. Then it started to rain. We went to an Irish bar and listened to everybody stomp on the wood floor. A friend dared me to switch off a girl's Insulin box.
I don't drink milk because of shit like this.

I'm gonna get my internet shut off cause I'd rather spend my money on Greek food.
I stopped smoking to save money, but now I'm spending all my cash on condoms.
What a country!

This is Stilts Bangar signing off!



SK

4 comments:

Nessa Roo said...

I had a few drinks and called her ASHLEY GRiffle. Clearly, I had no Idea what her REAL name was.

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