as if inside our skulls, instead of the brain, we felt a fish, floating, attracted by the Moon.

Friday, December 4, 2009

and then I executed them to put the fear of god in them.

The title is something jack said the other night after killing the chickens in CoD.
I wrote it down;
he didn't understand why I thought it was funny.

some things are just too tortuous to be allowed to exist. I really wish I didn't care so much about some things. I shouldn't care. but everyone else does and I can't stop them.

does anyone read my blog?



  1. No one reads mine or ours either. But you should.

  2. I do! I have them bookmarked and check them daily. you two don't update as often as me though (because I'm lame like that). lol


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